Becoming an Artist

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I looked at my calendar and realized that I began this quest about 1 1/2 years ago.  Although I drew as a kid, it never became part of my life because of the perceived need obtain an education and earn a living … life intervened.  Now that phase is behind me and I am free to totally embrace the experience.  It took time to reach a certain maturity level and learn what truly matters to me.

Why do I paint?  Because it makes me happy.  Selling a painting is a very pleasant by-product but not the primary reason.  I love the process and I love sharing my art and touching someone to bring a smile to their face.

What do I love about the process?   I love seeing the image in my head take shape.  Usually I have only a rough idea of what I’m doing … I don’t sketch and do composition drawings; I just begin to paint.  Often, and understandably, I don’t like what I’ve painted so I paint over it.   Sometimes I get stuck and have to prop the canvas along the wall before the next step emerges.  I think the re-painting over a previous attempt gives history to the painting and documents/celebrates the process.

I sincerely believe that I channel my work from a greater source .. after all, where do ideas come from?  How do I decide to change a line or pick a color?   I think that given time and practice I will become more perceptive of the images that come to me and more skilled at executing them.   For now, I’m exactly where I need to be.

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