Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Art Calls

It’s true, I do have an urge to be an artist, to paint, to mold materials into beauty. Yes, beauty! Not art to make some statement about the world and life, but art to express beauty; to express my own aesthetic, my interpretation of the world. But how? I know, writers write, painters paint, sculptors sculpt, you are what you do. To work at something and put my heart into it and then suffer the consequences, but never giving up, never turning away from the work, the work of producing something that will move someone.  Art must evoke a real emotion which is something I haven’t managed to accomplish with my fruit paintings.  Fuck! Artists do art while I do nothing.