Tuesday 24 May 2011

Self Confidence Issues

My self confidence is a real blow to any task that I do in life. I personally feel like I am pretty much naff at everything that I come across, particularly in my art work. It takes me a long time to accept what I have been doing as it is, like a "whatever will be, will be" phase of mind, though out of every rough patch I go through with my confidence, I somehow come out learning something new about myself and my ideals/aspirations at the end of it all. It's like I see myself coming out of the dark and into the light, bit by bit. Seems kind of poetic, but that's the only way I can really explain it.

I've been watching this series recently called 'Show me the Monet', which is practically a 'Dragon's Den' style show which artist's from around the UK come and show their work to a small panel of 3 critics, who will decide based on three criteria whether or not their work will show in the exhibition at the Royal College of Art. The three criteria are:
1. Originality,
2. Emotional captivity &
3. Technique.
There are some really fantastic pieces that get brought to panel, but some don't make it through due to this strict criteria they have set. The pieces of artwork don't necessarily have to be contemporary or traditional, but have to show complete originality, have to give a strong emotional captivation and the technique must be of a good quality. Now I know I have a massive problem with comparing myself to others - this is where most of my confidence issues derive from - but there is a lot of work that I know I would not stand a chance against or I wish I could have a similar style to, because I look at the work I am doing now and basically think it is a load of rubbish. I just know for a fact I would not be able to make a living as an artist for a career.

On the other hand, I feel sometimes that by comparing myself to others I am becoming far more open minded, slightly more determined, and more importantly inspired by different techniques/practices that I may be able to weave into my own style of working.

To be honest, I think I will need to put up some of my work on this here blog for you readers to judge (wherever you are, if you are there!). Please keep in mind that I am pretty much an amateur and I have a lot of developing to do. I may be going through education but I know I can do better than what I am doing now. I really know it.

But despite all of this -- why do I still feel like this is almost the wrong direction for me? Although I am going into an area which I absolutely adore, I wonder whether I will truly find how I can create a lot of potential for myself in whatever work I find in the future. I don't think I will ever become a professional artist, though this will never stop me from getting out the paintbrush and inks once in a while. I think I feel I want to be a critic or an art therapist or something more business orientated. Despite what I feel are my 'flaws', I think I have quite a strong head when it comes to being extremely dedicated and hard working, and I think I have a good eye for some things involved in art that a lot of people don't have, like finding hidden meanings behind pieces, or linking the artist's life with their work and how it reflects their technique/style etc.

I just feel lost sometimes. When I get compliments they mean the absolute world to me, as I feel like I appreciate them more, but deep down there are always two sides to how I feel about my work, which is something I've never come to terms with before. Maybe this is what it feels like to come into one's own at this stage in my life.

It's just, sometimes I think I need a reason to carry on, a really good reason that I haven't found out yet.

Needed to get that off my chest a little. It weighs me down all the time. There's always more to add too. Emma.

Monday 23 May 2011

What should I blog about today?

Well, for a Sunday it has been particularly boring, but at the same it can be a good thing. Apart from doing literally nothing all day, I managed to get a few things done like cleaning the house and having a long bubble bath, which only happens on rare occasions. I usually like to do something recreational on a Sunday, but because I've been so busy with college and work I just want to have a day to myself from time to time. Not that I have a particularly hectic lifestyle (as of yet, anyway).

I've been thinking a lot about the fact that I am going off to University in September. I almost feel a sense of regret that I didn't choose The University of Westminster as my first choice, instead of The University of Huddersfield, which I am now practically bound to. Gees, I make it sound like I didn't even have a choice. Truth is, I still think Westminster has the best course, but I'm stupidly not brave enough to pack my bags and move to London, having lived in the same town for the whole of my life so far, it costs a fortune to live down there and the fact I will be hundreds of miles away from my family and my boyfriend. It was actually my mum, dad and my boyfriend that convinced me to think it was a bad idea. I just feel like I have missed out on a great opportunity to break free and become my own individual self, tackling great big cities that I am not particularly familiar with, instead of starting at the bottom I could have thrown myself into the deep end. I felt like an Independent person every time I went down there and I loved being there too, despite hating how sweaty and dirty I felt as I took the tube, or how the air felt so thick of pollution compared to my lovely country/coastal air I have up here.

Oh well. Let's just hope I have chosen the right path. I mean, it's all about Fate, right? Who knows where I might end up?

Emma.

Saturday 21 May 2011

First post by Moi!

New blog, almost new me....

I've attempted blogging before which ended in pure disaster (slight over-exaggeration here, of course). I have a tendency to 'forget' as such, that I even have a blog or that I should be dedicated to writing in it. Same as my diary really, which has a layer of inch-thick dust gathered on the sleeve, buried in my mountainous bookshelf. (One medium-sized wooden shelf, to be exact.)
Speaking of shelves actually, I came across this fantastic idea in Ideal Home (May 2011, my secret Bible) to create some hand-crafted shelving from apple crates or pigeon holes, which is, literally in my eyes, MY IDEAL. I'm so excited about the prospect - it will feel like my own little project. The only issue is the cost. I found a website, Baileyshomeandgarden.com which sets the cost of apple crates at £24 each. No thankyou. Ebay isn't any better either - £12.5o each, IF I buy a job lot of 54 in total. No thankyou. Can't this be the sort of thing I can find in a Car boot? I'm not looking for the oldest ones, just some nice antique looking ones with writing on the sides.

I also found this website, Paintedwoodenfurniture.co.uk which has like, my dream furniture in! If you hadn't already guessed, I'm kind of a handy-craft junky. I love anything with a story behind it, even if I have to make it up myself. I love a piece with mystery such as who was behind crafting it, or where it has been. Anything faded in appearances, or anything rich in colour and texture suits me perfectly. But yet again, this website too claims to cost a fortune (small fortune for folk with money). Oh well. I'll keep my eye out for anything I can knock together with something else, to make it into something practical...... or just for plain fun :)

Bidding thee well, Emma.