Do you have an internal struggle?A push and pull? An ebb and flow? A constant balancing act to find, well, balance?
My love for art started, ironically, with a required art history course. I was a biology major for goodness sakes! Honestly though, I fell in love with the Impressionists.
They could take colors and place them next to each other and make something magical happen… sometimes without great detail. They dabbled with precision and imagination. They found a balance.
I struggle with my inner serious nature. I get all perfectionist with things I create, which is good for some things, but with art, well, I think it can take the joy, the feeling out of the final product. It can take that inner heart out.
So now I play with alcohol ink. The ink runs and evaporates. It pools and flows on glossy paper. I continue to learn to add some precision to its imagination. Can I impose serious onto imaginative and find balance? I am not sure… so, I will continue to play!
Thanks for looking!