So, you have caught me doing my very first blog. It's rather intimidating. First, and foremost, I have never considered myself a writer in any sense of the word; second, why waste the time mulling my thoughts on paper when I'd rather be in the studio painting?
I promise nothing in this. If you find yourself still reading this, should I apologize in advance?
Last night, I got into a brief Twitter discussion with another artist and it lead to some rather deep introspection of myself as an artist and what it means to be an artist. I am not going to go into really deep psychoanalysis about my thoughts at this time... mainly because it will just be a wonderful excuse to quit doing this, and secondly, I think I just need to take baby steps.
So, where did this discussion lead? Well, it started with my ponderings on why pears are such a prevalent subject matter in art? I mean really, why? Of course, in all my years of painting, I've never painted a pear. The woman I was chatting with, did one, and now is obsessed with pears. Her avatar is one of her painted pears. We never did discuss the deep conscious/subconscious reasons for this obsession, but it did pique my interest enough to experiment myself.
I have absolutely no question in myself that I am quite capable of painting a lovely pear. I do question what I will get out of it. I will report, as necessary, as soon as I start.
Another topic that was broached was the Bravo show - Work of Art, the Next Great Artist.
Maybe I am just a complete ignoramus as an artist, but I was completely fascinated with the program... as long as you look past the forced melodrama and narcissism. I am the first to accuse myself of not painting/creating outside of the box. I've had enough negative things happen in my life... I just don't really feel like doing a postmortem on it. I want to paint beauty, so I paint beauty. Where has that gotten me? Nowhere, really.
On the show, there were subject matters that have NEVER crossed my mind to explore. Geez, I guess I should have paid a little more attention in my studies back in college... but I was always daydreaming.
I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I think I really really need to start pushing my own boundries and really truly start exploring art. Wow, even as I type that, I start having a panicky feeling creep in around the edges. Hmmmm, now I really need to push myself.
Soooooo... I'm off.
To be continued.... :-)