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I’m in a printmaking class at my college, we’ve been making a lot of trippy kinda art for our prints, but because of the quarantine the last half of the semester was done at home and because I didn’t have access to printmaking ink and the printing press we all settled for concept designs that we will make later in the studio.
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This one was my most recent for the class and my favorite so far and I’m excited to attempt the design using linoleum (it’s like carving out your design on a rubber like material, it’s used for stamp like prints very nice :ok_hand: )
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I was given the idea when I was sitting at my desk for an hour with no motivation or any ideas. I thought I had lost all creativity. And then I had the idea :sweat_smile: . Nothing deep and inspirational just straight forward and to the point.
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Creativity is valued and precious, but once found it’s drained from us, squeezed out by ourselves or by others. We drain it and use it all up and wonder why we lose it. It’s not ever flowing, it’s limited to an extent. In my eyes anyways.
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We mourn it when it’s gone, we curse it for leaving, but we seek it out like it’s air, and when we find it we take hold, trap it, enslave it, and then drain it like it’s a gift. Then when it’s gone again we repeat the cycle. Morbid I know but true. Hence this piece here. Morbid, yet, sadly beautiful in its own right.
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Can’t ever view creativity the same now I’ll always picture it as a living thing now just fucking running for its life from me until I catch it.
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Comments (3)
God bless :pray: 👁 :lips: 👁
Wowie ur idea of creativity being a living thing is super interesting, and the design looks awesome! :clap: :clap: :clap: