duck with orange
(I’ve changed the title and image of this post as I decided I didn’t care for the other one – and a post about painting ought to have a painting as an image (albeit one I have used before). Please forgive my dilly-dallying!)
I’ve been thinking this week about what sets the margins/limits to how you develop your artwork. Are there no limits at all to what I am able to produce, or are there factors in place that condition the way things turn out. Obviously not everyone can be a van Gogh, a Turner or even a Hockney, but why not? Isn’t the technique of choosing and applying paint a conceptual/ mechanical one that can be mastered by everybody? And once the craft has been learnt, what’s to stop us from painting our own beautiful masterpiece?
Looking at this idea, in terms of my own artistic practice, its clearly an absurd proposition. Just the way my muscles and nervous system works are largely a result of genetic engineering. The way I think about things has been conditioned by my own experience and social history. My emotional state of is governed largely by forces acting upon me from the weather, relationships, my predisposing state of mind, my pain levels, how well my football team is doing ………………….and so on and so forth. So how can I ever hope to be anyone, or create art like anyone apart from me? Quite simply, I can’t. All the books, DVD’s YouTube painting demonstrations, and helpful advice I have been given, have, at some stage got to be kicked away into the great beyond. Not that these things have no worth. They can be very helpful. There are excellent tips about techniques and approaches to the process of painting. I have learnt how to organise my palette, choose a colour scheme, consider value and hue, apply paint, the importance of good preparation and good materials etc, etc. Yet, at the end of the day its simply painting that counts., with an attitude of attention and mindfulness.
like a duck with orange
from his framed indifference
the artist makes a point