This book was recommended by a couple of people so thought I’d take it for a spin ... easy read but amazing how people can get themselves so wound up ..... torture really.
Mr. Pressfield writes:
The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation. The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. He has to take pride in being more miserable than any soldier or swabbie or jet jockey. Because this is war, baby. And war is hell.
This is scary stuff ..... I go through nothing remotely like this when painting ..... frustration is the worst thing that happens. Figuring out what is out of whack - design, value & colour - is just part of allure. Like moving furniture around until everything is how it should be.
The next best thing to finishing a painting is starting a new one....the unfinished & unloved can wait for inspiration or destruction. (Destruction is unappreciated.)
I guess there is a bit of a war going on when you finally decide nothing can be done and destruction is the answer. It's fun. Light the match!
... err .... I mean, recycle it responsibly)
Posted by Jo-Anne Revell at 12:00