So, besides poetry, painting is my favorite artistic outlet. And, well, I decided I’d share some of my productions with you. I don’t have very many paintings because I’m not always inspired, suicidally depressed, or restlessly manic. But boy do I feel in my element when I paint.
You know, art has always meant so much to me. In fact, it was my 6th grade art teacher I told, for the first time in my life, that I wanted to die. Most of it is a blur from back then but I think I should take the opportunity to thank her for reaching out to my family at that time so that I could get some help, even if it meant a week in the hospital. Anyway, so I ask, what do you see in these strokes?
My latest, I did this tonight. This is because of crashing from manic symptoms. Feeling ignored. Passionate. Relieved. Tired.
Restlessness. Love of the ocean. Newfound fondness of the sea foam effect. People seem to be partial to this one.
Yeah, I’m proud of this; I just can’t take intellectual credit for it. A very sweet lady instructed this class after her own original version. She helped me get the curves of the waves just right. I learned to just flow with it. 🌊
This shot was actually taken when I first started this painting. I fell in love with the knife. Only, I ended up completely re-working it and was not satisfied with the result. It was very frustrating; I think I went through like 4 phases before surrendering.
Ha. Starry Night. Was beyond stoked when I signed up for this class. It shows my distinctive “thick stroke” and personal touch at the bottom. Yes, I set the city aflame 🔥. I like to think Van Gogh would approve of the motion. Don McLean’s “Vincent (Starry Starry Night)” made me cry when I first heard it. Still does.
And this one, this is from 2015 after my very first paint class. I’m not happy about how fat the light posts look but I’ve learned how to use sharper lines now. How I wish I could go back to being this thin!
That’s it for now. Please let me know how you feel about my art.
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