The monotypes may be challenging, but the pull of the work was too strong and I didn’t want to do anything else (except the children’s book, which I am still loving, but obviously can’t yet share). It dawned on me that the reason for the panic return to pareidolia illustrations came about because I didn’t have anything to share at the moment, and that those and similar works got a lot of likes and attention on Instagram in the past. I realised that was just desperate and something I had promised myself I would never do if I used social media as a platform for my art, and furthermore it is absolutely nothing on which to base decisions about my work. How can you develop as an artist by trying to pander to an audience? Besides which, people can tell instinctively when you’re attempting to force something. They can sense whether or not an artist is totally engaged and loving their work, and the bullshit detectors are always on max! I judged it better to have nothing at all to share than something half-hearted and insincere, so I put it all away again and returned to the monotypes.
Luckily, I hadn’t cleaned the printing ink from the glass plate so I was able to get straight back to work. Oh, the joy of those soft, fuzzy lines! Okay, I didn’t really have much of an idea of what I was doing or where the work was going, but at least I could feel it. I just need to do more and more until I hit my stride with this, but in the mean time I was happy with the results. It may not get as many likes as I used to get (I don’t think anyone on Instagram is since they changed the algorithm) but at least I am doing something I believe in.
This has been a totally honest apprisal, and you may or may not have enjoyed it, but as always, thanks for visiting, and I’ll see you next week!