Tried my hand at being an artist,did o.k. but here i am!
Drawing was always my favorite,spent years developing my skills.Started out by just drawing copies of anything i could find.Portraits,flowers,comics,you name it i copied it.Did a ton of abstract drawings and they were the most popular,why is it people try to "SEE" what the picture means.Is it possible for a picture to just be a picture?A collection of shapes and colors with no hidden meaning behind it.
Painting came next,Acrylics,Oils,Water colors,made no difference to me.I would sit for hours and hours and pour my heart and soul into a painting.I would push the paints to the point that they would cease to move.More color,more depth.Never happy with the end result.But in the end they always sold.I have paintings in at least 22 states and 3 other countries.But i never won an art contest.Funny how that always worked on my sub-concious.That little nagging feeling that plagued me while i tried to paint.Why was the opinion of some art critic so important to me?Why was i never content with just painting and the response i got.Why did i need that stupid blue ribbon?
Sculpting was the obvious progression for my art.But i never got the nack of it.I could see the end result in my mind,I could picture the process of how to do it.But the final figure invariably wound up disappointing me.
Am i alone in this?
Do others struggle with the feelings of inadiquacy that i always felt?
Hey i have an idea!Try writing.....
What the heck,why not.I love to read.I have a relativly good grasp of the english language. (I THINK)
But now here i am writing and writing,and what is it i look for when i log back in?
Is it the comments posted about my story?
No it is the votes i look for!
Why do i do this to myself?
Maybe whoever writes the next chapter to this can help me understand!