If an artist makes a body of work and no one sees it on social media, does it exist?
You read a lot these days about artists doing various yearlong projects. Sketching everyday for 30 minutes only, for example, or photographing what they see on their daily walks and uploading these exercises to a social media platform. Some even get book deals.
I left New York about as many years ago now as I lived there. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss the greatest city in the world. Late in 2006, I went from an apartment on Fifth Avenue and 108th Street to a town in west Texas through which tumbleweeds blew.
I had an affection for Texas but nothing prepared me for the loss I would feel for a place. I mourned the absence of my friends, my job, the apartment, neighbors, public transit, noise, dirt, museums, the light, and, most of all, Central Park.
From that time:
CREATIVITY AS RITUAL: 2 by 2 was a blog that chronicled my effort to integrate creativity into everyday life.
TWO INCHES AT A TIME: The work surface was a 2" x 2" piece of something. This size was meant to be unintimidating. Portable. Economical. Manageable.
*Materials are at hand. Nothing special.
*Date is stamped on the front or back.
*Make quick, spontaneous decisions.
From this day eight years ago:
Then I tried it again four years later, this time in a new city: New Orleans. It’s like I knew on a cellular level that I would need the structure this project had provided years before. The ritual of making everyday became the salve that centered me as I transitioned to my new life in Texas. It was just a few days into 2011 that we lost our little dog Woody, a lovable misfit from the ASPCA, adopted in 2001 at the age of 9 or 10 years old. Woody Allen Stoll was my soul mate who died getting his teeth cleaned. He was old, yes, but it was the way in which we lost Woody that was too much. I dropped him off that morning and never got him back.
From this day four years ago:
I'll be posting these on Instagram @artisanalpostcards