That feeling when something far exceeds anything one could ever hope or imagine. More beautiful.…
I don’t often look back on my artwork from the past. I’m a “move forward” kind of guy.
Push. Push. Push.
And that’s a good thing as far as “productivity” is concerned.
But it doesn’t remind me to use those nougats of creativity that I learned years ago just from the process of painting.
My work has certainly evolved over the past thirty years and I realize that I have forgone many styles and techniques that I loved doing so well in the pursuit of perfecting this craft.
And I will always stretch to be a better painter.
I also rarely allow myself time to experiment. To play.
Not a good thing.
Recently I decided to reach back to processes that I loved and combine them with what I know today. How fun that has been.
I did a painting that is now in our house that I will probably never see as complete. I have given myself the freedom to paint on it any time I want. It’s already been through three iterations. Each one a different painting. Yet familiar.
So I decided to do a painting for the gallery based on what I’ve learned about marrying the parts I loved from the past with who I am as a painter today. The painting above is the outcome.
It will not be to everyone’s liking. And it doesn’t need to be. That’s okay.
It doesn’t mean I am changing my style. There will be plenty more that you are familiar with.
I believe every painting I have done has, in some way, affected every painting I do today, and will do tomorrow.
Painting abstracted images make me a better painter of realism. Painting realism teaches me how to abstract.
When I feel stuck, or complacent, it’s usually when I’m not pursuing these things. A rut.
But when I allow myself these excursions, I find a renewed love for what I do.
Because I’m learning.
And learning is life.