You know that feeling. You’re working on a project, and suddenly you hit what seems like a dead end in your thought process. You’re at a loss for words and you’ve wracked your brain for viable solutions, but nothing fits. Enter the dreaded creative block. It may answer to a different name, depending on your discipline, but it’s frustrating all the same.
When we reach that point in our work, it may mean we need to pause and grab a snack, take a short nap, catch up on the news—anything to take a break from whittling away at the problem. Sometimes a momentary diversion from the grind can be beneficial. It becomes a problem for me when my short breaks turn into a means of procrastination. A tiny snack becomes a quest to read the nutrition facts on everything in the kitchen. “Doing a little research” leads to laughing at and sending coworkers dog or cat memes. In the end, the problem is still there. At some point you have to face it, right? Read More
This past week was pretty hectic, so there are a few iPhone photos today.
Not too long ago I made popsicles using coconut milk, this particular variety of green tea from Harney & Sons, and some strawberries and blueberries. Then I sweetened both the coconut milk and the green tea with a bit of stevia. Some of them didn’t come out as stratified as I would have liked, but that’s because I’d disturb the pop molds every couple of minutes. Depending on the temperature of your freezer, you want to wait anywhere between thirty minutes to an hour between pouring liquids and adding fruits; i.e, don’t poke at it and remove the sticks every fifteen minutes like I did.
I’m a fan of Austin Kleon. Although I have yet to read Show Your Work!, I’ve found his two other books, Steal Like an Artist and Newspaper Blackout inspiring. Sometimes when I’m pressed for ideas, I like to make newspaper blackout poetry visually interpret it. The whole idea is to take newsprint and redact it to create something new and interesting from the words that remain.
For additional information and how-to’s, visit the official site: newspaperblackout.com
A few years ago, in a book arts class I took in school, one of our first in-class assignments involved not learning a new binding stitch, but painting splotches. Our instructor read us a few prompts, and took a few minutes to pause in between while we mixed and applied our colors. The whole point of the assignment was to interpret some sort of narrative solely through color, devoid of brush gesture as an influence. It set the tone for our class, in learning not only the practical art of putting together books, but using them as an artistic medium through which to carry out a narrative.
I wish I knew the source of this exercise, but it was fun to revisit years later.