I find the easiest place to begin comprehending art is within myself. I spend a lot of time in my head, wandering the chamber and pathways worn there. My thoughts are my own, but my attitudes are influenced by those closest to me. The combination of bias and original thought is where I begin with art: who makes me feel what, and how. Often this can be people but it can also be ideas that I have clung onto. Making art is a delicate dance- every movement brings you closer to a product but stretches further away from the purest form of idea and that is where creativity takes over and only patience will determine the physicality of the form.
There is peacefulness in holding tools and giving idea flesh. I often sketch in order to think through proportion or design before I commit to a final shape. Recently I have worked with an exacto knife to make precise cutouts. There is thought involved in drawing everything backwards so the clean, flip side is correct. Cutouts leave nothing to the imagination: there is only what exists and what does not, there are no lines or questions that are often left behind on drawings. The rigidity of the material is exacting, however I enjoy how the product looks lacy and light but is also graphic and bold.
There is peacefulness in holding tools and giving idea flesh. I often sketch in order to think through proportion or design before I commit to a final shape. Recently I have worked with an exacto knife to make precise cutouts. There is thought involved in drawing everything backwards so the clean, flip side is correct. Cutouts leave nothing to the imagination: there is only what exists and what does not, there are no lines or questions that are often left behind on drawings. The rigidity of the material is exacting, however I enjoy how the product looks lacy and light but is also graphic and bold.