First off, I would never call myself an artist. Partly because I don’t like when people self declare things about themselves, but also I just don’t think I deserve the title.
Here is the thing, I love to paint and I love to sketch. Painting more than sketching though. For some reason sketching always seems to be like a lot of work and it never looks as good.
But here is one of the main reasons why I would never call myself an “artist”. I really only do abstract. That’s not to say that abstract is not art, but just with my own personal insecurities, sometimes when I look at paintings of objects or scenes that are so precise and use so much technique, I can’t help but feel that what I do is very inferior.
What they do is meticulous and thought out. There is so much technique involved. Whereas what I do is pure emotion. And emotion doesn’t earn titles.
The funny thing about abstract and non-abstract art is that for a lot of artists (or a lot that I know of) it is not interchangeable.
For example, the lady that first taught me how to paint was able to paint beautiful scenes with flowers and houses. Very professional looking, but for the life of her she could not paint an abstract painting.
She needed a direction of where the painting was going.
I am the complete opposite.
I am by design an abstract….painting doer. Even if I start out wanting to paint a specific object, somewhere along the way it turns into an abstract. Which I love.
Even though I feel I can’t be called an artist because of it, I would never trade abstract art for anything.
The first reason that I love abstract art is because there is no direction and I feel that is where the most passion can come out. There is so much freedom in not having to coordinate every line and trying to make it all tie together.
Again, the abstract that I do is pure emotion. That’s all that abstract is to me. It’s taking exactly how you feel in that moment and creating a visual for it.
It makes the painting so personal and so alive. At least for me.
The second reason that abstract is so wonderful is that it is so interpretive. I love when things are interpretive. I love the discussion that follows.
There can be discussion about non-abstract paintings, but again not as personal. Because when I look at Van Gogh’s Starry Night, though it is very beautiful and I love Van Gogh, we are both seeing the same there. There is no disputing what that picture is.
But when you look at an abstract painting, what you see and what I see can be worlds apart. That’s a conversation I love to have. What do you see when you look at this painting? How does it make you feel?
And what’s even better, everyone is an expert when looking at an abstract, because it is interpretive.
There is nothing more exciting to me than having someone go through my sketchbook or looking at one of my paintings and telling me what they see. And I never correct them. I get chills when this happens.
Which brings me to the point of this post, I am starting to get the courage (because obviously I have conflicting ideas about the “art” I do) to actually start posting it maybe. But I don’t want to suddenly switch up what I post about out of nowhere.
That’s not fair.
So this is me posting about art. (Because I don’t know if you can tell, but I am in love with that crap.)
And this is also me letting you know this will most likely happen again. You’re welcome.