April 16th is my birthday. It’s the day I
celebrate yet another glorious free trip around the sun. I generally try to plan some fun trip (Berlin,
Amsterdam, London) combined with a special treat (champagne, cupcakes,
April 16th is also the day I plan to preview a small selection of my latest artwork to all the lovely folks on my invite list and mail out beautiful new postcards.
But as John Lennon sang: “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”
In real life, the new work just isn’t ready.
It’s not a question of it being good enough, it’s just not ready.
Instead of fretting over this, here is what I’ve come to understand:
- When I’m in the studio, other forces take over. I’m never really quite in charge anyway.
- Sometimes art refuses to be put on a schedule.
- Dreams and ideas need time to grow, expand, fold themselves in half, and become new things.
- Artworks manifest at their own pace. They reveal themselves in their own time.
These new works are kicking, screaming, and ripping their way into this world, but they are content to do it on their own damn time.
In the end, you give the work what it wants.