Every so often I share some personal aspect of my relationship with art and creativity; questioning my direction; why am doing what I'm doing. This morning it's why do I bother? The past year and a half, almost has been difficult for me. I've been working and working to relearn many media. Right now I'm working on watercolor with not much success yet. I've been looking back at my videos and decided most of them were mediocre. Not the videos. The art. I've always thought of myself as a good artist, Not great. Not very good. But good. Right now I just don't know why I'm wasting my time and oh so much money to create what no one want to pay for. Oh many folks are happy to take my paintings and drawings for free, but few, a special few actually believe in me and I am so grateful. I take my commisstions seriously, actually stopping and restarting two and three times until its as good as I can make it.
I've been doing some work on money. My relationship with money and my familial relationship and memes about money. I heard them all and they dwell within the recesses of my mind. And those memes about starving artists and needing a day job are the worst. That one comes from society.
Well. I'm still working to master watercolor. But this time I'm working on landscapes wet on wet. It's all about pigment flowing in water creating images. It's about letting the water determine the image. And, it's my intention to continue sharing my progress with watercolor on YouTube so stay tuned. Watercolor is the only medium I didn't study in college.
And oh the epiphany! It doesn't matter if I achieve major recognition as an artist. It matters that I continue to teach art at the library and on YouTube. And any other venue that presents itself to me.
So, stay tuned. I have a video out now on watercolor, mentioned in my last post and one coming up on loose watercolor of a jelly fish using a bit of ink.
I will continue to improve my first love, drawing, by working on portraits but they won't be taped. Maybe later, but not now. I somehow just feel I need to keep those to myself.
Way back in the day, when I had finished my first year of college, money was an issue so I opted to leave college and gonto trade school and become a lab tech. While I still drew, from that time on, art took a backseat. The medical work didn't last. And well, my employment history is vast. Often I wonder what path I would have taken with my art if I had stayed in college the first time instead of waiting 12 years to return. Oh well.
Thanks for reading.