What I usually do is select one of the three or four images that I have created on the day and put it in place. I look at it for a few minutes, then begin writing.
I don't labour over it or attempt to control things too much. I just let things flow. Much in the same way I create the images.
Making stuff up. For the fun of it.
I did this image at Starbucks on the corner of Park and Elizabeth. I very rarely go to a Bucks but I was getting my jaw scanned in the building opposite on the 6th floor to see if I am eligible for a dental implant. As I was a little early - even though it did take 25 mins of driving round and round to find a parking spot! - I went in to the cafe chain. Venti vanilla latte. Fuck it, I'm here, why not.
The scan took less than a minute. Sorting out the bill took about 20 minutes. Ironic. The institution charges a service fee of $200 on top of the costs. I thought about this transaction. In the 21 minutes I was there, four or five scans occured. That's big dough.
No creativity involved. No sharing of soul. No digging deep. No self expression. No searching for meaning. Just a technician, a machine, a receptionist, some files... and 20 grand a day coming in. Life would be so different if I was not an artist and I owned medical/dental imaging centre.
I don't think I'd be writing a blog, for starters. So you wouldn't be reading this. Would you miss it? -- knowing that I was having sex on my boat? Anyway - not going to happen - not in this lifetime. We're stuck with each other. And, more to the point, ourselves.
Do you like the picture of the guy climbing the eye thing in the red desert?????
OMG. More in a week than I have made in my lifetime from my art!
Breathe.