it is becoming more apparent to what my natural inclinations are and how often i fight against and filter out my ideas and initial gut feelings about my artwork. part of this is learning to really see what i make when i want to “just play” and the other part of this process is learning to accept what i see; to accept myself and my ideas without smooshing them into a neat little box that will conform to my ideas of what my end goals are and how to get there.
what i’m discovering about my artistic likes and dislikes, loves and passions is freaking me out because if i am honest with myself, the art i want to make a lot of the time—the sketchbooks of ideas i have—don’t fit into my preconcieved notion of where i want all of this to lead. i seem to like three dimensional works, i seem to love texture and mood and words, oh, definitely words and meaning. do i dare?
will i have to courage to be as pure with my art as i can, to create in such a way that i allow my insides to be exposed? will i be able to finally, get out of my own way? what do i honestly believe about God’s plans for me and what my role in all of this really is?
