Monday, July 26

Chaos Coming from Order

First, I wanted to say thanks to Some Guy for the trip down Blogroll Lane. He got me thinking. I guess I haven't posted much latlely because I am vehemently trying NOT to sound like a broken record. The truth is, I feel like a twin sister to the last time I injured myself, oh so not long ago.I was just getting my stride back on the ice, on the court, and in life, only to have my legs taken out from beneath me again, literally. It has been a challenge, more mentally than physically this time, to hang in there and not be a negative ball of goo. But I've started to take my first steps again without crutches, and it's like Spring is here again. I hope my sass is on the next train and then your favorite Hockey Ho will be back in action.

I used my laid-up time to scan in a bunch of old negatives and also to do a few logos for friends which I really enjoy and makes me feel less guilty about that art degree I have collecting dust on the shelf. I was watching that Work of Art, The Next Great Artist show the other night (another side effect to being laid up is watching too much TV) where the challenge was to create a piece of work using only grade school media like tempera paint and pipe cleaners and use your first art memory as an inspiration. Most people created crap but I thought it was a cool challenge.

I remember my first attraction to art was not the act of creating art at all, but all the cool packaging and order in something like a box of crayons, a pack of colored pencils, or paint palette. I remember not wanting to even take a crayon out of the box because it would ruin it. I think I spent more time organizing and re-ordering the colors the way I thought they should go than I spent creating art. To think that something so messy could come out of a nice, neat package of ordered colors was fascinating to me. I would inevitably make a drawing or painting, and then be bothered by the fact that my package was tainted, and yearn for a brand new one again.

I think there's enough neuroticism there that I would have kicked ass on that challenge.

7 players in the box:

Icecat62 said...

And are you like me that when you open a box of crayons you just have to take a big sniff? There is nothing better than a fresh, spankin' new box of Crayola Crayons. It's like the smell of fresh cut grass. It's unique and instantly can take me back to being a kid again. When our family made the trek to Easton, PA to visit the Crayola Factory, I was in Heaven! :)

Some Guy said...

You're welcome, GKL. I have no doubt you'll be on your feet and kicking ass in no time.

SkylersDad said...

Good to see you back out here GKL! I hope you are mending well.

kirby said...

That orderliness of the art supplies is so seductive, isn't it?

tamma13 said...

I love new art supplies. I just wish I could get cool stuff to come out of them!

Can't wait to have you back on the ice too.

Freida Bee, MD said...

I know half of my desire to be a teacher comes from my school supply fetish. Please, make some of this art anyway, and post a picture!

dguzman said...

I definitely feel you on the not wanting to mess up your box of new crayons. I felt that way too, and about those little boxes of watercolors. Once you put a drop of water onto that little tab of color, the whole box just went to hell.