The 100 #52 – Back in the Game…

Self Portrait in circular mirror with text, by Clinock. 2012. Diameter, with writing, 12″. Chalk pastel, conte and black pen.

I have been struggling for some time with my art – a creative slump that had me questioning the meaning and value of what I was doing. Now I am back in the game and will be tentatively sharing some of the new work I have been making. I have gone back to basics. I have been studying colour, life drawing and still life painting and drawing. I have ‘laid-off’ my automatist and intuitive abstract approach for awhile and am attempting to understand, accept and apply a more classical way of working. This has been hard for me and I still find myself wrestling with trying to integrate the two approaches – but I am working again – Hallelujah! I am not abandoning my intuitive approach but I also don’t want to feel that a classical approach is outside of my creative world. I have a button that states: “Fear No Art”.  Although I feel that much of my new work is just feeling out a new path I am sharing because my postings are my way of encouraging myself to make art that is viewed by you and others.  I care what others think about my images because without this sharing I don’t know why I make art. I want to communicate with you through my images. I want to tell you how I see, who I am and what I feel and believe.

Because the text that surrounds my Self Portrait may be difficult to read I am transcribing it here:

Drawing a Self Portrait by Clinock.

“In the mirror my name is lost in forests of colour. Thoughts and feelings vanish in shadows and light. Memories transform into texture and line. My fingers dance to the drums of the Fathers and the chanting of the Mothers. Night spirits whisper and call and the shaman of the sun sings the music that swells inside. Flesh dissolves into rainbows of light. Rich and pulsing darkness purrs upon impossible edges of skin, the illusion of my beginning and ending. I fly in eagles and glide cold depths in the bellies of whales. I am in the tall pine, the voices of the Mothers and the hands of the beater of drums. Proudly I move to the drum. Within this circle of incantation and musty magic I am dancer, warrior and magician and my spirit is straight and true. I look into my eyes and each orb becomes a universe. The stranger in this circumference of glass  guides my hand and I dissolve again into marks moving across paper deserts. I know this language, always becoming, between the stars and the deepest cave of my heart. It speaks of coming home again. It speaks of walking this world proudly and in beauty”.

The 100′ series was initiated by my 100th Post in April 2012. As text and images are the essence of my blog my intention is to present 100 pieces of textual art from historical and contemporary artists and from my own hand. To view the series to date click on ‘The 100’ in my Category Menu