My relationship with art, is much like any relationship.
It started with a rush of enthusiasm and purpose, trying anything and everything - experimenting with new ideas, making decisions based on emotion. The 24 Hours a day dreamlike state, obsessing and obsessing about how it feels or works.
Much like any relationship, over time, you chip away at what was once beautiful - and laugh less at your creations, maybe spending less time with your artwork. You start to argue with the canvas, the paint refusing to flow, it's not your fault all the time, but you'll take the blame.
So why? Why do we adapt and continue to grow? Surely chucking all the supplies in the bin would be easier? And yet it's not. Somehow, through the flakes and smears of paint, something brings us back time after time, reluctant to give up.
I'd recommend every artist looks back at their first artworks, and see how far you've progressed. What changes you've made. How your creative relationship has developed. It's not always going to be endless success, but the journey will be pretty cool.
Latest Painting
One of my first paintings.
