Friday, December 19, 2014

My muse scares the crap out of me

Inspiration is funny. It can strike anytime, anywhere, from anything. The most amazing ideas can emerge from the most mundane of tasks. But inspiration sometimes does NOT strike. You know? It USUALLY doesn't strike, to be honest. Not when we designers want to and need it to.
We artists call that inspiration our "Muse." I think it helps to anthropomorphize it. Because she is fickle. And magical. And capricious. And generous. And cruel. And marvelous. Depending on the day, depending on her mood.
And she can't be chased, captured or tamed. Most designers give up on that approach early in their careers. It would be like capturing smoke. Or that amazing dream you remember when you wake up, but by the time your feet hit the cold bathroom tile, all you can recall  is "something about a building with people, and maybe my friends were there…"
No, you've got to trick that Muse. You've gotta sneak up on her, or hide in the dark and wait for her to walk in the room. I know that sounds silly, but I've been doing that for almost 20 years. Waiting while there's a deadline, or an unsatisfied client needing to see another idea. Do I panic? You bet.
But, the secret is knowing how to get her out of her hiding place. I go for a walk or a drive. I watch a TV show I've never seen before. I bombard my brain with ideas, sounds, colors, products, and especially designs. Except I can't be obvious about it. Because she'll see what I'm up to and she'll stay in her hiding place.
Before the interwebs, you had to physically surround yourself with books, manuals, posters, packages, toys, and anything that makes you think and smile. Actually, I still do this, and I think most other designers do, too. I once worked at an agency with a View-Master and a six foot tall Gumby. Stuff like that. There's something about surreality that births design within reality.

Of course, there are now a thousand websites that jar your creativity from every conceivable angle. A couple of my favorites are Creative Bloq and Colossal. But honestly, typing a url at random will start the juices flowing and get that ball rolling. I've found that the Muse becomes insanely curious about what the heck you're up to, and she'll sneak out to get a better look.
And that's when you grab her.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Isn't art free?

Art is everywhere.
Art is everything.
Art is beauty made tangible.

So, why is this post about paying for art? Money for beauty? Isn't that anathema?
(Welcome to my blog, by the way. Or welcome back!)

My old posts have been archived. I used to write about life's funny moments, or sports, or music. Those posts were my creative outlet before I bought a camera. But I still want to write, both to get better at writing, and to bring my own art a little closer to the readers. OK, to be honest, closer to the customers. Yes, now I'm the artist. I've started my own business, trying to turn my "creative outlet" into my livelihood. And so that's why I'm blogging about paying for art.

How transparent and crass.

Except when I was working for "the man," you were paying for my graphic design skills (in a roundabout way) by purchasing the products my company promoted. Or you may have paid a tiny amount for a photo I took that a creative director bought and gave to a web designer that ended up on a webpage that sold you a product or service.

But really, it feels much better to buy a piece art for yourself. A singular, unique piece for your walls, for your home. And it feels much better to visit an artist's house, gallery, studio, or webspace and bring something home that they created.

I was reminded of all this, and of why I've taken my own leap of faith into creating "tangible beauty" by a Facebook post from Jessilyn Park Art Studio.


Find a local artist that speaks to you. It's not just "a small piece of someone else's life."

It's also a fundamental piece of your own essence that they've found.