Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The Tardis Effect
watercolor on paper. william hessian 2012.
Do you ever have this happen to you?
You are just using up left over paint. Trying to let the creative juices flow. Weird, almost alien things come out of you. Even your body seems to contort in an odd was as you add more unusual elements to your work. Each decision seems to make less visual sense then the last.
You step back, your face is all crunched up, trying to decide if this is garbage...or if this is the greatest thing you have ever made. For a moment, it is the greatest thing you have ever made. You are the most important person in the world. You have done something, made something, that no one in the entire world has ever thought of. You are a genius.
And then the moment passes. The watercolors dry. The veil of the brilliant masterpiece fades away, and you are left with a very quirky little painting. Art does this to me all the time. Abstract art does this to me nearly every time. It is a drug. The fabricated moment when time stops and it feels like I have just done it, cracked the code, figured out the meaning of life, made the most important painting in the history of the human race; is an incredible high that cannot be duplicated by drugs or alcohol. It is the high of the unknown.
In the end. It is just another painting.