What Up, Buttercup?

Last we spoke, I was just getting comfortable ignoring the nagging fear that screamed “Your work is too diverse!”and was simply allowing the artistic process to guide me.

I had come to the conclusion that all I needed to do was to work with the notion, and not against it. I accepted the theory that my practice was based on finding a thread in one body of work that I could sew into the next (and so on).

Now, just four months later I realize that the struggle is not with the process, or the work, but with myself. That there is a divergence in me that has been the “problem”all along. My work has contrasting attributes because, basically, I have a split personality.Crazy, right? (Maybe not clinically, but who knows?)

It only took me a few centuries to figure this out (because I have chosen Fine Art as my therapist). But it’s a good finding. Now that my creative doctor has revealed this truth, I understand what I need to do in order to make my work more cohesive and render mewhole again: I must discard my clever rationalization and learn to express both sides of myself in each painting I create, simultaneously. At the same time.

So come along as I reinvent myself. One. More. Time.



 
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