My feeling on style is “it will come to you when you are no longer looking for it.” I remember running around like a headless chicken trying to be like everyone elese I thought had the best styles. They were this gold moon hanging high above me and then one cocky afternoon I saw the trickery in their style. How the had mastered drawing their own face in both genders or how the have let them selves daydream in their work. My life changed a few years later when I learned to love how I made things. How I practiced none stop only to see how I dropped my hand in a curve and used my shoulder was the right way to do it. How I needed to go bigger to balance my mind with my hands.
I hope that helps.
I get a lot of color questions too.
“How did you come across your color theory ? ” Is a frequently asked question. I read a lot of books on color honestly in college and then reread them out of college on my own at the beach in a very depressed state and it pinged inmy mind. If you swint; looking into the sun you see tons of colors… all the colors. Let that be your guide. Also walk away from art soem times and start soemthing new for a few months or if needed years and then come back to it. You will see something amazing in your work. Time can be a bandaid for self doubt.
Last tip; numbness can be the beginning to work you love. You will not wake up everyday and feel inspired. YOu might even makea bit of work and at the end feel nothing. It’s more normal then you think. Inspiration is not an infinite coffee cup. It needs time to fill it self back up and it doesn’t fill back up while ou watch it being emty.
I was walking my dog this morning at 6 AM. She is old so when she needs to go, we get up quick. As we are out walking in the grass I hear this music cut the silence and it’s this music from Ethiopia. Trying to describe it as a polka with an African twist doesn’t feel right but it sounds right, you know? The world is funny with how things sound like others and then in that, you wonder where it originates? Random thought while the world sleeps.
I’m studying the work of W Eugene Smith today. His work is so powerful. He was a wartime photographer in the mid 20th century. He hated the war and worked for Life magazine. Life magazine has inspired a huge part of my visual Rolodex.
It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is why I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me. It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is way I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me.
I’m in this spot where I’m setting up for the show with my tags but I don’t feel like I’m making anything artist. It is a pang of impossible guilt because I know if I start something now I will not finish my project with the tags.
The thing about growing as a person is you only really see it after it happens a year later mostly. I feel in my new year of life I’m learning a lot more about control of my inner thoughts. I’m stopping from just arguing about the simple bits, “just keep making kiddo.”