6 x 12 oils
More and more I find myself dissatisfied with what I am producing in art. Yes, the pieces are technically sound, but really quite boring. I create snapshots of the world around me on canvas or paper but inside I want more. They gyotaku moved me into different directions and helped break some of the boundaries but I need to push further.
I don't want to join the realms of chocolate box painters. I want my work to speak for itself. I want to break the rules. I want to create stories on canvas. I want to create mysteries in paint. I want, I want. Wanting isn't good enough. I need to turn that into action.
Its easy to point out the shapes that are missing, but not as easy to find the missing pieces and make them fit into a slot. Even writing in this blog becomes stale. It seems like deja vu so often. Here is X, done with Y, size of P, blah, blah, blah. Who really cares?
So what to do?
I need a plan. I know the direction I want, more or less. I want looser, broader, more colourful. I want structure without structure. Not abstract, though that may appear, but forms that are recognizable that have life and brightness to them. I won't know what they are until they appear. And I won't know if it will solve my quest and frustrations or just make them worse.
I pulled out this oil, called Chocolate Road, that I had done last year. I'm currently looking at old pieces and trying to revitalize them and give them some more life. I added colour into the trees, glazed the dark muddy water and rutted road and am happier with it now. The original piece is below so you can see the difference. Better or worse?
Art and its production is almost a living thing. It grows and changes. Accepting that and allowing myself to grow along with it instead of fighting against it is something I need to learn.