Creative slumps are the worst. Creating art is always uplifting to me, so why is it that when I need it the most, it doesn't come naturally? If I am not happy, there is just no point in going to the table. I can't force it. If the slump is extended however, I start taking art classes.
It doesn't matter the subject, if I commit the time and money my body will be there. With a class, I don't have to do all the work. I show up. There is a set project, a set schedule. There is someone able to direct my efforts and give suggestions and encouragement. Most of the time inspiration will strike. Usually it will come in the form of rebellion.
I never want to do a project exactly as directed. I want to make it "mine". I try to take the experience and push the limits. I want to experiment. What exactly can I do to the project to bring it one step from the brink of failure? (Sometimes I don't recognize that line until I've crossed it!)
Today, I was stretching. I attended an encaustic workshop with a dozen local artists. Painting is not my strong suit and the majority of the other students had impressive art backgrounds. I am used to being one of the more experienced participants in a group, but I was totally out-gunned. Those talented women were turning out painterly masterpieces - I went out into the parking lot and picked up trash. Collage is my comfort zone and so I fell back to what makes me happy. And I was happy, all day long. I came home with new skills and a renewed interest that I hope will carry over into my own studio play. My encaustic collage is above.
Suzanne