Thursday, May 07, 2009
When I'm gripped by ennui, my blog entries get longer. So does the time it takes to write them.I fight off boredom by focussing on the practical. I have several large paintings at various stages of completion. I want to deliver half of them by the end of next week. This means I'll spend five or six hours a day in my car, driving to and from the enamel 'factory' on the other side of town, and about as long (I'm too allergic to the fumes to cope with any more) working alongside my assistant on the paintings themselves. This leaves no time at all for navel-gazing so, with luck, I'll stave off the depression that lurks in the shadows of my low tolerance for tedium.Don't ask me why I feel like this. I suspect it's just another segment of a fairly conventional creative cycle – that, or a psychological trick I play on myself to upset the dull predictability of my current routine and, maybe, compel myself to act on, rather than file away, the next good idea I have.