Where’s Your Head At?

by clutch


Usually I’m far more concerned with the actual process of ‘doing’ than the reasons behind engaging in anything remotely creative, but recently, I’ve found myself asking “why?” with increasing frequency.

I’m far from short of ideas, to my detriment I feel, as being overwhelmed by the possible tangents has been a daily occurrence lately. I’ve always looked at forthcoming situations as opportunities to invent a new artistic perspective, and subsequently, usually a new project – but the trouble with this approach I’m finding, is that I now have a million and one things buzzing around my head, and the resulting confusion often results in inertia, which is then compounded by a relatively new, niggling resistance to getting it ‘wrong’. Several tentative first-steps, that despite however clear I envision the aim, remain incomplete.

I keep forgetting that, really, there is no wrong. In fact, I’m aware and (usually) relatively comfortable with the actuality that I get things wrong, or not quite up to scratch, more often than I’m satisfied with what I do. It’s worthwhile for me to remember that this is part of my process of progress. I have to work hard to get things right. Sometimes you have to work through and discard twenty shite ideas to get one half-decent skeleton of something to be expanded on. Drafts, prototypes, theories, whatever you want to call them – it’s groundwork for solid structures later.

Yet this nascent notion of “why?” is starting to creep into each aspect of approach to any given project. I’m unsure whether it’s insidious, or just omnipresent, and that I’ve just been oblivious to it up until now.

I’ve never sought reason or justification to start work before. It’s what I enjoy, and helps me make sense of so much. I’m not looking for things to be permissible or sanctioned,  it’s more that the self-examination (navel-gazing?) has become so prevalent that it’s becoming more obstacle than tool.

Maybe it’s just a case of “pull your finger out”…

Have you ever experienced this? Perhaps it’s synonymous with working alone…?