It is sometime in the late summer of 2014: we need a logo for our blog, for our Facebook site and for the Land Rover, of course.
So I go to my colleague Edgar's Sunday arts club with the objective to create such a logo with the help of a real expert. Juliane and myself had been turning many ideas over in our minds in advance and that is why I have a precise idea about what exactly I want that logo to be like. Edgar listens to my ideas and - sparing with words - arranges a whole row of acrylic paints, brushes, palette knives, sponges and a stack of paper in front of me, places a few paint-dots on one paper commenting taciturnly, "Well, then go for it!".
i have the sense of foreboding that today i am not going to take a logo back home why doesn't he just help me and tell me exactly what i have to do to implement my ideas now i stare at this daft white sheet of paper racking my brain and have absolutely no clue what to do
Really embarassed I start doing something, am reeling across the sheet of paper, mix, dot, smooth over, brush, wipe ...
After about two hours I have not been able to create a logo - today's target not achieved - but I have to admit that it was enormous fun to be able to have my arts-fling. Therapy?
somehow or other this was fun today yes but god how long is this going to take if i have to go on like this
In my next arts session Edgar is more specific and I am more confident. We talk about my work up to now and which techniques I used and I present how I want to proceed. But, again, I am outmaneuvered: before doing anything else, I am supposed to mix my own colours and to find out which colour combinations are right for my plans.
this is so unbelievably boring why can't i just take the colours that are standing around me now it will take even longer
Obeying Edgar I mix, record the mixture ratios and try out which colours go together.
ok edgar by and by i indeed begin to have at least some savvy the individuality of the complete story connected with my own colours starts to become fascinating me still everything is far too slow for me
It is some Friday in autumn and I have no lessons this day, so I block out a large table in the school's art room and get going. Based on "my" colour scheme I start to paint different backgrounds which will be the basis of our logo. Time flies while I am in a positive flow. At the table next to mine somebody teaches Spanish but that doesn't filter down to me.
man this is wicked who would have thought that this whole thing would really be enjoyable
At the end of this day, many hours later, I have completed four different background paintings using different painting techniques. I even get a compliment from Edgar (something really rare!).
indeed this compliment really makes me happy and i know now that this was an important step forward nevertheless what exactly the further process will look like i don't know still
On one of the following weekends we supplement the previous pieces of art in the context of a "family happening" with all our handprints. All four of us have great fun, but admittedly we are a bit overchallenged with preventing our youngest daughter Sóley from decorating all the wallpaper in our house with her small black hands.
Many more weeks pass in which we photograph our artistic "masterpieces" in high-resolution and edit the photos in painstaking detail-work.
this miserable photo editing on the computer is not really great fun and in addition to that my cervix really hurts somehow we progress but extreeemely slowly
Of course, Edgar, Juliane and myself combine this work with snug evening parties in our living room endulging in wine, French cheese and chocolate.
Finally, there it is: the big day on which we have - after more than half a year - finished our logo. It is impressively great!
unbelievable we did it as a matter of fact what a relief i by now realize how meaningful every single step of this process was it is really badass to have a tangible idea of the logo right under your nose throughout the complete process knowing exactly what you want without getting permission to do so and at the same time being left alone hanging in the balance like a cloth acrobat in the cirque du soleil without knowing what will be the tight corset the tight winding in which edgar has put me has nearly smothered me in between i have flopped myself in spite of everything just like the artist i have plunged down hanging just short of the ground in exactly the position in which i had wanted to touch down in the first place had this fall been straight lined without rolls pirouettes and near-plunges i would not have been able to arrive at this spot landing if i had arts lessons like these during my school days including this freedom to paint whatever theme i want i would not have dropped arts as a subject
What is "new" for me now after having finished the logo?
I have to be more patient!
I have to learn how to trust in my impressions and in my artistic ability. Every human is an artist - one only needs some time and maybe other humans who tease out the one or other ability that has been slumbering somewhere deep down.