I’ve been Painting again… I don’t have much to say about them – except, I think I like them.
They’re little Welsh landscapes that sum up my time here since I’ve moved. I’ve been a lot more content. I’ve been a lot more relaxed. And I feel like even one percent of the time I’m on my way to proving my potential…the challenges I’m facing are all good ones, adult-making ones.
I forgot what painting felt like, I think it’s quite clear in these that I enjoyed it…at least I hope so, anyway.
Exhibiting Paintings that you have created takes a lot of courage. To some, it may seem like ‘just an image,’ to me, it exposes everything. My thoughts, passions, fears and hopes are somehow translated onto a canvas, for the Public to judge and criticise. What if they don’t like something you’ve created? Something so personal. Or worse still, what if they are indifferent to something you have poured hours into.
My work is very much a personal language, and is based heavily on instinct and intuition, so I often find myself very nervous when it goes on display at an Exhibition. However, there is a thrill that can be achieved in no other way when your work is on the wall. It teeters precariously somewhere between anticipation and excitement, as passers by buzz around your work, talking about technique, subject etc.
I allow and invite viewers to react to my work in whatever way they please. It’s refreshing, and keeps me motivated to create more.
With my final Exhibition approaching in less than two weeks at Abersytwyth School of Art, I am mulling over these pre-exhibition nerves once more.
It’s a thrill only an Artist can experience.