Permission To Paint Something Beautiful?
‘The Tea Party’
A 12″x9″ mixed media painting on stone paper mounted on a wood cradle. The sides are 1.5″ deep and are red.
I think she has more than tea on her mind…
My new/old mantra (forgotten and revived mantra?)
JUST MAKE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
I don’t often talk about my University experience. There is a reason for that. It took me close to 20 years to forget about that experience. It took me that long to start painting what I wanted to paint and not think about what anyone else wanted me to paint or what their view would be on what I did paint. It took me that long to shut those voices up so it is no surprise that I would not want to awake those inner demons by drugging up the memory of that time.
Funny though, they kind of decided to make an appearance any way.
this just shows what inconsiderate and rude these demons I am dealing with are.
Sorry guys, my art is not political, conceptual or shocking…
When I first started to paint full-time, four years ago, I really had no agenda other than to take something void of anything and in that space create something beautiful. Along the way, of course other things did creep in. Deeper things: my memories, my worries, my passions, my dreams … Ultimately, though, my initial goal was the quest for beauty. Something beautiful to look at. I know that the french Impressionists that I adore were pushing boundaries with mark making, colour pallet and subject matter during their time but when I look at their art now, this is not the first thing that I think about. The first thing that strikes me, takes my breath away is the beauty of the piece. Call me shallow, I don’t care, this is what draws me in and keeps me coming back for that thrilling beauty fix. It never gets old.
So, thank you for giving me permission to create beautiful things. Thanks for embracing me and what I think is beautiful. With all the ugliness in the world, perhaps putting a little beauty back into it isnt’ that shallow after all.
So, whenever I forget what I am doing standing in my loft looking at a blank canvas,
AND FORGET I DO….
I am going to do my best to remember that four years ago I gave myself permission to paint something beautiful and then, I am going to attempt to do just that.