Art Vomit
So, once again it's been awhile. All I can say in my defense is that I am co-running a company, planning to be at a wedding, planning a party that I won't even get to go to, working a new business relationship and pet sitting for three lovely if-not-high-maintanence cats.
I have come to a revelation. For me at least, art is very much a regurgitation process. I have been thinking to do a project for nigh on a year now but until a few weeks ago I couldn't work my way around it. I would occasionally think about the project, come up with a lame idea or rehash an old one, and then put it away in the back of my head. That is until one night, late in the evening, I was trying unsuccessfully to sleep. Tossing and turning, I was frustrated and getting increasingly irked at my inability to go to bed at a decent hour. Then all of the sudden the churning and the gurgles. Only this wasn't in my stomach, it was in my head. Now tossing and turning and churning and gurgling I had a eureka moment. I flew out of bed and ran to the pen; a sort of "porcelain throne" for the verbage that ailed me. Within half an hour I had the skeleton of the project that was stuck inside me for this last year. Finally relieved, I went back to bed with a contented smile, exhausted and lighter from the retching.