Although my small room ache of the increasing number of paintings lying around and taking over most of the walls.. and the humble studio that keeps overlapping my living area.. I never think of myself as an artist.. I don’t think that I’m even an amateur … as far as I’m concerned, my paintings sucks.. because they are the manifestation of anger sadness depression and my blue everlasting mood, most of the times.. see some people, when they have a bad feeling they get it out on someone else.. or they write diary or they talk to a shrink or go to the sea and scream out loud.. being trapped in me.. all I can do when I’m in the blue is to paint… its rarely that I paint in celebration or because of happiness..
Therefore, my paintings all come weird dark and “to most people” just a non understandable crap.. I don’t care what other people think of my paintings.. it’s enough for me that I know what they mean..
Therefore, my paintings all come weird dark and “to most people” just a non understandable crap.. I don’t care what other people think of my paintings.. it’s enough for me that I know what they mean..
A li’ll minority of them actually think I’m an artist “which is clearly a mistake” I don’t have a clue of art.. I only understand what I connect with.. they even say that I should have a gallery.. come on.. don’t they notice that I have no technique what so ever.. and all the stuff I do is no more than a clueless act of spilling paint over canvas.. do I dare calling it art!! Well I normally don’t care, and I would’ve if I really thought it is.. but the thing is that I don’t!!
2 comments:
you are an artist ya mama
:) i knew you would say that.. but lets face it.... i'm not
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