I'm working on the Hemit now, his looks is a little “easter egg” for those in the relatively small community that calls itself the Art World. I once drew a card about it, questioning my own decision, and got the Ace of Swords, very appropriate to that community. I never forgot.
As the hermit painting is coming to a close, I'm getting very anxious. I don't like the uncertainty that comes after. A painting is a sure thing, a beginning a middle and a theoretical ending, provided I'm satisfied with it. But the whole process of getting it out there has my mind going a thousand different directions with no certainty. I get obsessive speculating what people might see or not see in it, its enough to trigger critics to argue with in my head. To say I paint for myself is easy, that is the only way to paint, but in the end, if it doesn't resonate with the minds and hearts of other human beings, then I'll be pushing boxes for a living for the rest of my life.
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