Wow a blog!, how spesh. Well the reason for this thing is to rediscover something I thought I may have lost. To portray some ideas, no matter how little and seemingly insignificant on this quest to re find/redefine my imagination.
I have spent a fair deal of my time /tax payers money on forging a career within the Visual arts. At 19 I decided on the most seemingly unlikely of places to learn to be an Artist. I enrolled at Greymouth's Tai Poutini polytechnic and spent 2 years doing a Diploma in Visual Arts. Greymouth automatically conjures up images of rain ,fishermen, miners and a place in a bit of a time warp which is all true but the landscape, rawness, down to earthism of the place and people certainly is a great help to anyone creatively inclined. It was a great adventure, though at times taxing on the heartstrings but life always has a strange way to sort itself out.
Then back over the hill to start a degree at CPIT. Designing things was the first thought but rulers and these goddamn forsaking things (computers) weren't for this soul. Fuck technology, I wanted to draw ,paint and print. Back to basic elements, things I knew I loved but never fully proved when at school. So Bachelor of Design as a Craft art major ( no not embroidery, knitting or crochet it's more or less Fine Arts with less theoretical wiffle woffle, "look what I can do, I can stick a piece of bluetack on a wall of a gallery" this will be covered in a another blog believe me. ) was to be my weapon of choice. Here my art become a whole lot darker. I only ever remember using black not sure if it had too much relevance to my surroundings or moods. But building a city on a swamp go figure.
Graduating with a Student loan, oh I mean a degree. I decided the best way was to find a job not a career that was time savvy to include a bit of Art, was to join the postal service. Perfect job for people with other things on the go in their lives. But a couple of gallery rejections (there goes that fucken blue tac again.) and certain amount of monotony has withered my creative process. Self doubt and other distractions (most of them good actually!) have crept in. Fellow students doing well and making names for themselves overseas makes greener monsters.
But something honourable did happen, the shining light of my Artistic career so far. The purchase of my final graduate piece for a price I named. My tutors showing faith in what i had created by purchasing my final piece.
Now times are a changing and I need to for my own sake to get off my arse and create. Recently I've enrolled at Teachers College to study once again. This time as an Art teacher to preach what i have learnt. This will be the greatest challenge as admittedly I have been away from the Art world lost a bit in a tide of uncreativism. I know to be able to teach I need to practise what I preach.
I have spent a fair deal of my time /tax payers money on forging a career within the Visual arts. At 19 I decided on the most seemingly unlikely of places to learn to be an Artist. I enrolled at Greymouth's Tai Poutini polytechnic and spent 2 years doing a Diploma in Visual Arts. Greymouth automatically conjures up images of rain ,fishermen, miners and a place in a bit of a time warp which is all true but the landscape, rawness, down to earthism of the place and people certainly is a great help to anyone creatively inclined. It was a great adventure, though at times taxing on the heartstrings but life always has a strange way to sort itself out.
Then back over the hill to start a degree at CPIT. Designing things was the first thought but rulers and these goddamn forsaking things (computers) weren't for this soul. Fuck technology, I wanted to draw ,paint and print. Back to basic elements, things I knew I loved but never fully proved when at school. So Bachelor of Design as a Craft art major ( no not embroidery, knitting or crochet it's more or less Fine Arts with less theoretical wiffle woffle, "look what I can do, I can stick a piece of bluetack on a wall of a gallery" this will be covered in a another blog believe me. ) was to be my weapon of choice. Here my art become a whole lot darker. I only ever remember using black not sure if it had too much relevance to my surroundings or moods. But building a city on a swamp go figure.
Graduating with a Student loan, oh I mean a degree. I decided the best way was to find a job not a career that was time savvy to include a bit of Art, was to join the postal service. Perfect job for people with other things on the go in their lives. But a couple of gallery rejections (there goes that fucken blue tac again.) and certain amount of monotony has withered my creative process. Self doubt and other distractions (most of them good actually!) have crept in. Fellow students doing well and making names for themselves overseas makes greener monsters.
But something honourable did happen, the shining light of my Artistic career so far. The purchase of my final graduate piece for a price I named. My tutors showing faith in what i had created by purchasing my final piece.
Now times are a changing and I need to for my own sake to get off my arse and create. Recently I've enrolled at Teachers College to study once again. This time as an Art teacher to preach what i have learnt. This will be the greatest challenge as admittedly I have been away from the Art world lost a bit in a tide of uncreativism. I know to be able to teach I need to practise what I preach.
