I noticed that it's been three months. Truthfully it's been in the back of my mind that I've not been meeting the goals of this blog for awhile. Had I gone on a hiatus of the goal or just simply fallen off the train? This month I've pondered that perhaps this blog is no longer meeting my goals. This revelation has come to attention while in the throws of my artistically cyclical behavior. I now know that it's time to refresh and the blog, it's goals and the ideals I have for it.
But how? I suck at all this recreation crap.
While drawing more pen flowers this spring,
I found myself less inclined to revert back to zendoodling while feeling the bumpy road. Basically I was getting bored of the zendoodle. Not to say it doesn't have a purpose or a time and a place. But it's been time to move beyond simple little drawing I can do super quick just so I have something to post on this blog. As that was the original point of the blog, I came in mild conflict. Although it wasn't something tangible just yet.
Then I started large more labor intensive and challenging projects. The kind that tends to get me in serious ruts because of the challenge or the laborious amount of time to finish, effectively throwing me off the wagon. Without an inflicted deadline, I am very unreliable. Also, a flower in 15 minutes is gratifying. Quick high.
Repainting a piece of furniture with layers of drying and designing a graphic to paint on it is so much more of a task and therefore rut inducing. OR starting a painting on a Large canvas and getting stuck because i was able to draw the creature once but not a second time because What If I screw it up the second time. OR starting a large knit project (all knit projects are large to me. I am slow.) I am lazy. It's very aggravating.
For example, when you naturally get an A-, it's much harder to strive for the A+. After all, i already got a top score and praise. (The story of my life in one analogy. Personally? Unimpressed.) However, when a project is in half done phases, I am unwilling to show my work. So when i fail to finish, I then feel like I've wasted even more time (blog or no blog). One of my many cyclical issues.
My conclusion was that I hadn't fallen off any wagon. I'd just gotten the wagon stuck in a ditch. A deep one full of colorful projects. I didn't fall off jack.
Since I wanted to take on excitingly scary, Large projects I needn't abandon the blog. But adapt the blog.
With over 1 hour of determining a new title for this new layering of the Tid-verse. (Terms including Persnickety, Titanic and Labyrinth, all in for for follow-up interviews.) The fellow with the new job: The TidBite. As the Tid-verse is in a state of flux and evolution, I didn't want to get to carried away just yet.
TidBite of dresser:
This week is my Ode to the Large furniture project:
Step 1: Getting all the crap out and sanding the beast.
The filthy white and lavender dresser of my high school days. In North Bend it has been my TV stand and constant eyesore. It matches nothing, including the would-be "white" walls. It was lovely once. No longer.
Step 2: Picking out paint chips...then actually buying them. It's crazy.
Ehem: Balmy Night and European Linen for the interior and silhouettes.
On Pinterest (heh) I saw a lovely dresser with a giant plant silhouette painted on the front. I thought it was genius and beautiful. AND not outside the realms of impossible. (Challenge excepted)
Enter nerd angle.
Step 3: Algae. The Tidbits in the TidBite
Fucus: A brown Algae who resides in the desiccated upper intertidal zone.
After cutting them out with an x-acto blade (which was more the a little gut wrenching), I taped them to the dresser. Also known as step 4.
Now comes the TidBite factor.
I'm not done.
BUT all the algae hullabaloo went down in the last week giving me hope, as it was the rut inducing step.
The final steps include tracing my drawing onto the beast which lies smack in the middle of EVERYTHING in my house and then paint in the lines. Both activities falling under the old category of cheating, which i am beginning to relax. Age, enlightenment or inter-dementional mermaids? No matter the cause, I seem to be less hard on myself. Perfection tends to lead me to ruts. Eh.
Next entry: A TidBite of Yarn. Perhaps I'll have an update on the dresser. No promises, since a TidBite allows for more timetable leniency.
I leave you with this Nudibranch.