Have you ever been stuck...
Where you have materials and time but no ideas?
No inspiration, or direction, no vision?
Well, that is NOT a time for me right now. I have so many I deas my head is spinning, I cannot seem to make them come into being fast enough, I have many more ideas than I can even realize, this is a fruitful and plentiful time for inspiration and it abounds everywhere. I am writing the ideas down though and will hopefully when things slow down creatively, still have the sketches to work with.
YAY!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
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Friday, January 29, 2010
be proud
This particular little guy has become the locum for my younger self, so that I might endow upon him the encouragement that I needed but was unable to attain. And so I told him,
“Be proud of your art no matter what anyone says. You are the mastermind of your own creation, nothing that suits you is unsuitable, especially if it comes from your originality. To follow trends or to alter yourself when your heart cries out and tells you to be true to yourself is not the way to go. So be proud of what you do, go forth with confidence and security for personal satisfaction is better than public acceptance.”
Art critics are everywhere, they are your teachers, friends, co-workers, and strangers. When I was a fledgling with the polymer clay and was told I needed to focus on serious art, I listened. When I was told that making figures with wings was making fairies and that I shouldn’t, I listened. When I was told that I should visit galleries and imitate some of the more established artists, I listened. When I was told that I would never be taken seriously in the “art world”, I listened. I listened, but I ultimately decided to simply create, which is what I am doing now.
I made a doodle while grabbing some comida at the diner last night, and that is the painting he is holding. I took a small section of the entire thing, the section that represented ascent and freedom, and shrunk it digitally, printed it out, and framed it with a miniature frame I made (and painted to look like wood). So that is the work of art I am telling him to be proud of, all symbolic of course to the entire body of work (mostly three dimensional, mostly ceramic) that I have ever made.
“Be proud of your art no matter what anyone says. You are the mastermind of your own creation, nothing that suits you is unsuitable, especially if it comes from your originality. To follow trends or to alter yourself when your heart cries out and tells you to be true to yourself is not the way to go. So be proud of what you do, go forth with confidence and security for personal satisfaction is better than public acceptance.”
Art critics are everywhere, they are your teachers, friends, co-workers, and strangers. When I was a fledgling with the polymer clay and was told I needed to focus on serious art, I listened. When I was told that making figures with wings was making fairies and that I shouldn’t, I listened. When I was told that I should visit galleries and imitate some of the more established artists, I listened. When I was told that I would never be taken seriously in the “art world”, I listened. I listened, but I ultimately decided to simply create, which is what I am doing now.
I made a doodle while grabbing some comida at the diner last night, and that is the painting he is holding. I took a small section of the entire thing, the section that represented ascent and freedom, and shrunk it digitally, printed it out, and framed it with a miniature frame I made (and painted to look like wood). So that is the work of art I am telling him to be proud of, all symbolic of course to the entire body of work (mostly three dimensional, mostly ceramic) that I have ever made.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Butterfly Woman
Simple lines can be so beautiful
Well, this one can definitely be called a butterfly woman. I have painted shapes of butterflies flowing up from her right ankle up to her chest, her eyes are painted over with mask-like, wing-shapes, they perfectly fit the area where her eyes sink in, cheekbones protrude, and nose curves under. The figure itself is a throwback to a couple of other figures I have painted in the past who were supposed to be painting themselves. The figures of this type usually carry with them a painters palette and brush with actual colors of the paint they are painted with which is in this case black.
I want to do so much with this piece but know I must stop here, I will soon make a series because I have to experiment with color and line to see what I like best, I want to do some with colored butterflies like the flower girl I made before.
The butterflies are relatively representational, but these black and white pieces with lines like this are really the most important to me as they are directly taken from my childhood doodles. Just ask Sherree, I never really did school work from grades k-12, I drew on sheets of paper, simply connecting lines together (usually a single line) and forming designs, after I got older, some of my doodles were so spectacular that I had them framed and kept as works of art, this work and others like it are an assimilation of sculpture and the art of doodling.
Well, this one can definitely be called a butterfly woman. I have painted shapes of butterflies flowing up from her right ankle up to her chest, her eyes are painted over with mask-like, wing-shapes, they perfectly fit the area where her eyes sink in, cheekbones protrude, and nose curves under. The figure itself is a throwback to a couple of other figures I have painted in the past who were supposed to be painting themselves. The figures of this type usually carry with them a painters palette and brush with actual colors of the paint they are painted with which is in this case black.
I want to do so much with this piece but know I must stop here, I will soon make a series because I have to experiment with color and line to see what I like best, I want to do some with colored butterflies like the flower girl I made before.
The butterflies are relatively representational, but these black and white pieces with lines like this are really the most important to me as they are directly taken from my childhood doodles. Just ask Sherree, I never really did school work from grades k-12, I drew on sheets of paper, simply connecting lines together (usually a single line) and forming designs, after I got older, some of my doodles were so spectacular that I had them framed and kept as works of art, this work and others like it are an assimilation of sculpture and the art of doodling.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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