Time for a college student like me now is a commodity, either to be allotted to a certain item on my to-do list or strategically distributed between my friends and for myself. All too often time left after I’m done spending time with people and with assignments, I’m spent and have almost nothing left in me to be an artist. At most, an Instagram edit is the most creative process I get out of my days – isn’t that sad?
I’ve always loved witnessing my friends’ creative processes – as they’re photographing, editing, developing, painting, writing. The process is the unseen intimacy in the work, the hours spent with unsuccessful attempts honing something beautiful and truthful but never final. Those are the hours where an artist finds their stubbornness with their work, which is exactly what I love seeing. Exactly because it’s so raw and true to an artist.
I spontaneously decided to keep Kelly company yesterday afternoon in the printmaking room after I got stuck in the house because of a cold, and also spontaneously decided to bring my camera. Here is the inky messiness of intaglio (in-TAL-ee-o), which I got to try out myself as well.