I have completely and utterly fallen in love... with painting.
I have never been much of a painter. Just the thought of it as a student terrified me as I didn't know where to begin. I didn't understand what a 'good' painting looked like so felt I had no aspirations in this area. Now that I am teaching art, I have had no choice but to approach a variety of media and techniques fearlessly and I found new inspiration and a new love.
My last post depicted my new found fascination with shadows and light. I have always regarded myself as a 'people person', never drawing inspiration from much outside of portraiture. But now? The way sunlight simply pours into a room through crevices such as a doorway or between curtains is my muse. Perhaps it is because my mind is constantly thinking and constantly worrying that the simplicity of light on a wall is beautiful to me. Maybe.
I have noticed that much of my work is twinged with blue. I don't think that this necessarily connotes the obvious; sadness. I don't feel sad, but perhaps contemplative?
Too much thinking.
So, I have set myself a target for this year.
To make art.
To submit said art to an exhibition.
To then see what happens.
For the first time in a very long time, I'm feeling like I could adopt the title of 'artist'.
This is a good time. I would love to hear your thoughts, either good or bad (but please be constructive, no one likes criticism for criticism's sake!)
Please note, these artworks are in progress and more preparatory studies than final pieces.