After months of feeling disconnected from my first love, Art, I'm finally picking up the brush and getting back to it. I hit a wall with my creating, unsatisfied with it's direction, and displeased with every creation. It was as if I saw the work I wanted to create but couldn't realize it. Trapped by my own vision. I've been reading more however and books are an amazing source of inspiration for me. One book in particular made it painfully clear to me that art is a process that takes many years to perfect, if perfection is even the point. I needed to just jump back in. And so I did.
I've had this idea of doing a series of floral arrangements set against a black background for sometime now, and if I get one painting out of a hundred I'm satisfied with I'll be happy. I'm a sloppy artist, often attacking a canvas with little thought about direction. It can be conducive to creating interesting compositions, or it can be just terrible. One thing I'm not afraid to do is start over. No canvas is holy to me and I've been known to paint over projects 6-10 before finishing a painting I think feels complete. White backgrounds, black backgrounds, purple, chartreuse. We'll see.
In the end these canvases serve as a sort of journal and I'm working on finding my handwriting again. It's like riding a bicycle, or some other cliche. big kiss, bekuh