The obligation attached to being an Artist is to make things. Take something and make something else. I like collage in this way because it gives something different from the original materials.
Just “different” is not enough. Only to a certain extent do I “know” what I am making. I received a lot of encouragement over the years, however, I still hear, “What’s that mess going to be?” I typed the words but not the quote, because it was not so easy on the eyes.
I gave up on what I was working on, even on Art more times than not. I had many un-finished drawings, ailing canvases, and un-used materials. I put it up to impatience, but it was the message about the “mess” that came through later, without many smiles.
Now that is not so much the case. Now I power through the “comments” people make at classes or out in the public or when I share a sketch book with someone who is curious.
I usually hole up in the studio or somewhere private to draw. I took some inspiration from allies and took the minimal kit to a public spot and drew.
“What’s that you’re doing? You’re an artist!” Now I’m surrounded by seven to eleven-year old people craning to see into my books and wanting to see more.
The more of my drawings I show them the more they are delighted. They smile a lot, all the way up into their eyes.
Now I sort of know what Art I’m making.
I’m making Smiles.