I've been making a conscious effort to kick-start my brain into doing something, ANYTHING even mildly creative by attending as many exhibitions as I can recently. If you're stuck in a funk, just keep re-feeding your brain until it starts working again.
This week I made the most of being in London, and saw two shows: The show of Laura Carlin's work at the House of Illustration, and (more excitingly), an exhibition of outsider art, curated by Jarvis Cocker, at the Museum of Everything in Marylebone. It was almost an extension of the Journey's Into the Outside series that Cocker made in 1998 (it was watching that series a few years ago that kindled my interest in outsider art), and it was just spectacular. Over this last year, outsider art has become a subject that is of real interest to me, especially as I've become increasingly interested in the therapeutic potential of art-making. That pure creativity can flow so continuously from an individual is an amazing, amazing thing. It's profound, even. Art-making is such a powerful force, we should never underestimate or trivialize just how powerful it can be, regardless of whose hand its from.
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