“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” —E. Degas
I’ve been thinking a lot about art lately…okay, you got me…I’ve been obsessing over it! I can say my two favorite things could be painting and photography so I’ve been dying to get a live/work space that I can do both. In between writing, I like surfing the web for home art studio ideas. I have a vision of what I want and I’m totally excited about the prospect of finding the perfect place. My hands are ready to create!
It feels like forever since I showed my work and I’ve been dying to paint a series of pieces for an intimate showing. Right now, I’m still transient so I can’t start a project I won’t be able to finish from my current location so I’ll just have to wait a tad bit longer.
The hiatus has been good but I miss so many things about painting. I miss the smell, the texture, the experimenting of styles…but what I really miss is the way my hands get dirty with the paints. I miss how it gets under my nails and on my skin. It’s a little erotic, non? Mostly, it’s so freeing. I can’t explain the exhilaration or the way I lose track of time when I focus. There were days when I would forget about eating when I was on a roll. It’s like I’m lost in this world and the inspiration feeds my soul. I can express myself through the colors and images. I especially love doing life size pieces. In fact, the bigger the better but I will happily start off on a smaller scale. My style is more abstract and a little bit chaotic. I can blame it on my love for Jackson Pollack and Picasso as well as those incredible Impressionist masters like Monet, Van Gogh, Degas, Cassatt, Renoir, Pissaro, Cézanne, etc….I’m totally stoked about experimenting more with mix media when I start back up again. I have a fascination with wood, paper, glass and anything that would make the art just pop.
Painting is a rush.
Just thinking about art makes me deliriously happy inside. Writing may be my love but art has been my salvation. It’s difficult to explain but both have saved my life. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t express myself with these artistic outlets…
I can’t remember the exact words, but I think it’s Picasso who said that art can’t be nothing but erotic… But I’m not sure he was talking about putting paint all over yourself. 😉
Maybe Picasso had a kinky side to him…maybe he was talking about rolling in paint as foreplay? That’s sexy. Haha 🙂