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"Vasilissa went up to the hag in a terrible fright."
Casein WIP. (Photo by Tara Larsen Chang.)
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So a funny thing happened to me on the way to the book
signing…sounds like a bad joke doesn’t it? Well, in this case, it wasn’t a
joke, it was synchronicity. I was at a book signing for “Seven Wild Sisters” at
the University Bookstore in Seattle when Charles Vess mentioned that he had one
spot open in his upcoming weekend workshop in Bothell.
Of course, I jumped at the chance. Why wouldn’t I?
The workshop followed a standard format. The instructor
gives out an assignment prior to the first class and students arrive with a
preliminary drawing, ready for initial critique. The rest of the workshop is
devoted to finishing the painting, under the instructor’s watchful gaze.
In this case, we were asked to prepare a scene from a fairy
tale, from one of three choices.
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| Charles Vess and his demonstration piece |
So far so good.
I like fairy tales. Hell, I’ve been drawing my own for the
Book I illustrations for the past few months. But I had to hustle, I only
had two days to prepare the assignment, including the necessary research. It
was fast work, but I made it. As bad luck would have it, I caught a cold that
week, and arrived with my drawing, and cold medicine, in hand.
An inauspicious start. Made worse by the fact that mine was
the only symbolic representation in the class. I had chosen to do a painting
inspired by traditional Russian illustrator,
Ivan Bilibin. Everyone else had chosen
a naturalistic style, more like Vess’.
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| A closer look at Charles Vess's WIP |
But never mind any of that…the room was filled with talented
illustrators, not to mention Charles Vess, himself. And I was there to learn…and
so I did. Just not in the way I first thought…
Truly, I was too sick to create anything that weekend,
although I tried. I planned and re-sketched and painted. On Sunday, the last
day of the workshop, I painted as fast as I could. Perhaps, faster than I ever
had. *lol* I truly don’t remember.
Of course, I didn’t finish my painting. There was too much to
do and too far to go with a bad cough and a running nose. Despite this, some of my painted passages were spot on, even though I’m still just getting to know
casein.
I truly enjoyed Charles’ insights, the slideshows of his
works in progress, and the other artists in the class. And yet…what did I come away with. What did I learn?
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| Final workshop critique - there's me at the end. (Photo by Tara Larsen Chang.) |
I’ve been processing these thoughts for several weeks now. One
thing became clear to me very quickly - the workshop was a catalyst for change. Not
in how to use of colored inks, or in the potential professional value of naturalistic
vs. symbolic book illustrations.
No. What struck me during my fever-induced artistic retreat,
was the bigger picture. Creativity from the high stair. Who am I as an
artist? What does art look like when inspiration bubbles up from the
unconscious? What happens when you don’t listen to those messages…? What
happens to creativity when artists are encouraged to conform to a system? Is the
goal more important than the process?
I’m still rolling around my thoughts on these questions. I probably will be for some time to come. But the summation is this — my experience at the workshop was invaluable. My creativity was sparked. So - goal met. But it
was sparked with a rather long fuse. That fuse is still burning and I expect will be
for some time to come.
Many thinks to Charles Vess, Tara Larsen Chang, and TLCWorkshops for a wonderful learning experience.
