I had to slowly learn over time, that art is not a good photographic copy of a picture. I know now, when everyone says ‘wow that is so good’, they usually mean ‘wow, that is a good copy of a picture!’ It’s a great exercise, but true art is more.
When I learned to let my mind go and let the art decide what it would be, I started doing artwork that I really loved. Not every time, especially not at first. Even today, I still need to take some long deep breaths, remember, and let my brain get out of the way, which can take a minute.
Art always comes through from somewhere beyond.
Practiced talent, can take anyone only so far, then it’s up to the real force of universal creation.
Which is why I can love my paintings, because I know if I’m plugged in, they aren’t really mine. When I don’t like a painting, I now know to wonder where I’m holding on, trying, putting in too much effort, relying on my human skill or knowledge. That is my own little recipe for disaster.
I’m not sure if I should have learned this in art school, because skipping the basics is skipping the foundation. Even Van Gogh had to practice drawing. So maybe it wasn’t too late a lesson after all.
Peace Kit 