One of the things I really love about art is how creative you can be with it. Sometimes I just feel like being creative. I’ll walk around the house with nothing but the urge, and it gets frustrating because I can’t decide on a focus for it. This piece came out of one of those creative episodes in which there was no focus in the beginning. It’s about 7 years old, and it was made during a difficult time of my life when I needed a medium to shift my attention to once in a while. As with most of my stuff, this has no hidden meaning, no inspiration, no message. Just an evolution in creation on a piece of paper.
This another art class project from 1994. The goal was to morph an ordinary object into an abstract representation. I chose a kitchen utensil from the drawers. Don’t know what it’s called, but the drawing on the left is the realistic version. The middle one is a stylized version, and the one on the right is the abstract version. I had a good time with this.
Here’s a piece that’s a tad over 14 years old. I took an art class in college and this assignment was to convey emotion. The tree on the left signifies stress. The instructor was extremely nice, and I managed an “A” for this project. It’s nice to go through old stuff sometimes and see what you were doing many years ago.
This watercolor painting has taken over two months to get to this point. I was playing around with a wash with blues and reds on wet paper, then it sat for a few weeks. I picked it up again and started with the narrow house on the right. Why so skinny? Heck, I don’t know… that’s just the way it turned out. (I’ve found that a lot of my stuff develops on a whim) I put the lighthouse on the left after another couple of weeks. It’s not finished yet, but I stopped. Maybe it’ll take a few more weeks and I’ll pick it up again. No telling what’ll happen next.
Well I don’t even know how to act! I have a creative urge within me that bursts sometimes, and nothing ever comes out like I think it should. I have a penchant for abstract painting. Penchant may not even be a strong enough word. I love the strength of feeling that comes with bold, abstract work. It’s what I want to do when I paint. It never happens that way, though. For instance, this painting of a bunch of apples. I wanted to paint… didn’t know what. I found this magazine cover and thought it would be a neat thing to imitate. So I broke out the watercolors and went to work while my daughter watched. I’m not done with it, and I wonder if I ever will be. I now want it to be perfect because it actually resembles a bunch of danged apples. I can’t make this abstract. Maybe impressionistic, but not abstract. I want to throw paint on the canvas and feel the tension and stress involved with it. I’m continuously held back by my incessent need to have it be perfect. I sound like a nut case, huh? Van Gogh-ish maybe.
Anyway, this is for Bill Jones (http://onpainting.wordpress.com). Thanks for the push, Bill!