It’s been awhile since I’ve felt like creating anything out of clay. This past year I went through a long and painful period of feeling burned out as an artist, it’s something I don’t care to ever go through again. It was scary and depressing. There were many factors that lead to this which I will remember to never repeat.
As an artist I’ve always kept my hands and mind busy by dabbling in many different mediums. If I’m stuck on one piece, I can move to another. Along with sculpting, photography is one of my other creative outlets. After slowly finding my way back to creating from the period of burnout I picked up my camera again and have spent a great deal of time this winter taking photos outside, most of which you can find here on my website under “Photos.”
Below My Feet
So getting back to the subject of sculpting and playing with clay, there were many times this past year that I would have an idea to sculpt something, attempt to make it and it wouldn’t work out. These events only discouraged me more and made me sad. I had to let go for a bit, allow myself the time to heal and hopefully return when I was truly ready. A few months ago I started a piece and left it wrapped up. Occasionally I would look at it, water it like a plant I had hoped to save, wrap it back up and walk away. This was progress, at least I didn’t let it dry out to the point of no return or destroy it like so many others this past year. I finally hollowed it out and left it wrapped up, never really sure if I’d put it back together.
Finally this week I approached the piece again in hopes that I still cared enough to put it back together. I did. I’m not yet sure what the end result will look like, so for now, I’ll just enjoy the feeling of playing with clay again.