This is a raw post. Raw as in barely edited and certainly unfiltered and a bit unplanned. I was thinking of skipping out on this week’s missive. Instead, I’m going for the last moment candid reveal.
I write partly to update you loyalists, but mostly to hold myself accountable. I am not afeared of what’s next in my studio, I just don’t know the details.
Here it is right now: I am pretty much done with the ceramic cans. The faux metal trompe l’oeil work I have invested the past 7+ years perfecting and cultivating has reached a culmination. I cannot lift a cutoff wire to another bag of clay with the intention of making more of them, They must needs evolve. Not sure if they are going away altogether or morphing, but it will be fun to explore.
Thing is, I am leaving one definition of artistic self expression off at the curb and driving away without another fare to replace it. And while I think I should know what I am about, I am realizing I don’t and it is completely wonderful – no, crucial! – to not know.
As it turns out, I cannot abide predictable production. And that’s what the cans – with notable exceptions – had become. I want to put red foam clown noses on all the ones I have left (because I still love and play with them!) and forgive me if I do. It will be a sign of growth and maturity.
This year away has taught me that expectations and deadlines ultimately diminish me. That the long and winding, but deliciously open, road is balm to my creative soul. I wrassle with the irony that both are necessary.
So, here’s to the Glorious Unknown, the place I must go. Here’s to the remelting of old candles into new ones. My sextant tells me a course correction is critical to staying afloat. Cannot wait to see where I drift.
–Liz Crain, who’s bound to find happiness, glory and creative fulfillment wherever she sails, even among the clown-nosed faux metal ceramic vessels.