Actually, it’s Tuesday.
I’ve learned a few things in my painting courses lately. Not only have I slowed down, but I’ve learned to look harder and in greater detail, and I’ve spent a lot more time trying to find the right color. All this has improved my work.
Yet, I think I’m the exact same artist I’ve always been, with the same tastes, seeing the world through my own particular perspective, and drawing and painting the same things. There is a similar look to my art now as there was when I was 3, or 5, or 35. I’m not complaining. I’m not even sure if I would change it if I could.
While my art has gotten a bit more sophisticated, I have not become a fine artist. I see fine artists who approach their craft in wild ways, picking colors that seem contradictory, dabbing and stabbing here and there, and abstracting their work into bizarre compositions. I celebrate what they do, sometimes even love it, but it’s not me.
Things are in flux, so be extra kind to each other. The darkness doesn’t last forever.
Scott.