The life of the starving artist is often one of chaos. It moves in fits and starts but you adjust, and if you're smart, you make the best of it. Take for instance the weekend art binge. Here's how it works...
The wallet is feeling a little lighter than usual, so when you hear a coworker can't make his usual Saturday shift at the restaurant, you volunteer to fill in. You tell yourself, "OK, I'll put in a few hours during lunch, pocket $2.35 an hour – plus tips – skate out around 3:00, and maybe have an extra $75.00 or so for my efforts. Not a bad Saturday, and I'll still have time to do laundry."
So you get up early, head to the restaurant, get the place whipped into shape and ready for customers, only to find your coworker unexpectedly shows up after all. Now you have a decision to make. What do you do? If you're a starving artist, you celebrate serendipity, clock out with an extra $2.35 in your pocket, and head straight for Twins Liquor. Your day has suddenly shifted gears. By noon you have four nice bottles of wine on hand, an interesting idea for a new direction on a print, and unexpected motivation.
Let the art binge begin!
Saturday, August 29, 7:45 p.m. I've got a bottle of wine in me, I've stretched a fresh sheet of hot press, and I've laid down the first layer of a new print. If this experiment goes as planned, I'll end up with a sweet print that uses nothing but black, one layer laid on top of another to create a shadowy, dense mass of confusion that draws you in the longer you contemplate it. Much like my life.
Saturday, August 29, 9:41 p.m. Plate 2 of my black-on-black experiment is now on the paper. I'll keep on keeping on as long as the wine holds out.
Saturday, August 29, 11:11 p.m. Plate 3 is down, things are beginning to take shape, I still have two bottles of wine, and I really like how this print is evolving.
Sunday, August 30, 12:39 a.m. Plate 4 is a subtle addition. Once the wine starts to hit full bloom, I try to take baby steps. Then again, if I screw this up, it certainly won't be the first time.
Sunday, August 30, 2:18 a.m. Well, crap. Plate 5 has been applied, but I've almost run out of energy, and more importantly, I'm down to my last bottle of wine.
Sunday, August 30, 5:07 a.m. As I get closer to the end, my steps have become smaller and more tentative. Plates 6, 7, and 8 are small and incremental. Temperance is the word now. With the print, not the wine.
Sunday, August 30, 6:42 a.m. The sun is rising, I'm out of wine, and I need a shower. Thus ends the art binge. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. And by the way, the wallet is thinner than it was 24 hours ago, but it was worth every penny.