through, experimenting learning and growing. art is extraordinary. line, shape, colour, texture, space, form. The idea, the reason and the meaning behind a piece of artwork can be so altering. When I begin a piece of work I go in with the understanding that I cannot always plan the outcome. Whether it be literal or expressionistic, each piece has its place, and meaning in this artistic journey. With every stroke of paint, every charcoal smudge I am finding the fleeting
beauty in everything that surrounds me. I crave the challenge that indulges the viewer to think and question what they see in the creation. The thrill of the controversey, when someone can see and understand. When they feel a sense of what I felt at that moment, or find their own meaning and then fell in love. To have someone fall in love the way I fall in love, that is what I strive for, that is my aspiration.
I always find myself scouring the internet trying to compare my work with other artists. I've come to the conclusion that along with becoming an artist, there is the awful sense of insecurity, my art is on the chopping block. My insides. Yet- I can't be myself without art, it's this instinct, like breathing.
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