Golden Fluid Acrylics on Paper, 9x6"
I am in a place of thoughtfulness, I think. I place of reorganizing life, but more so, re conceptualizing.
I thought some of you might like something different in my art. It's not a flying girl. Or a goddess girl. Or anything else with an overt message or spiritual journey.
It's just a painting and the meaning is there for you to interpret or not.
S looked at it in confusion. "Is it Hurricane Katrina?" he said. Okay. That wasn't my intention. So interpretation is up to the individual.
I happen to love many different kinds of art besides what I have been doing lately. I don't know what my style is, because it's always changing. And perhaps I have rarely given myself the opportunity to delve into one style or another. Not until this past year, anyway.
If I were to go through my life's portfolio, I don't know what it would say about me. I have everything there from faithful representations of still lifes to completely abstracted paintings. Cartoony images, line doodles, assemblages, photos, miniature figurines made from sculpee, years of self portraits, tiny watercolors of New York City streets.
What do all these things make me as an artist?
More important than trying to define me... where do I want to go next?
And what about the writing, which, were I to look at my files of my life's writing would be equally varied and experimental. No, not true. I experimented less with genre and devoted more time to single works and long term projects... like my 25 years worth of journals, or the archives or poetry, or the 3 novels I have in completed first draft, or 6 years of blogging.
What do you do when you feel yourself in a transition but don't really know what the next phase will bring or when exactly it will start?