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...a fitting title for the type of yin yang sort of gal I am. All or nothing approach the to world of bloggerism, which I feel I must try and find a balance for. Or maybe the acceptance over the years of the woman I am is quite enough and I will blog when the mood takes me, less pressure that way.
Above, is a piece by the tragic artist Amedeo Modigliani, an artist to which I return some 18 years later. For my GCSE Art I chose this chap to study for my finals. Even back then I loved the controversy my study and subsequent exhibition caused, as I interpreted his work through my eyes using the male form (and probably the very first time I had used the naked male in my art). I remember the hushed twittering of fellow pupils and teachers in the reception area of my High School as a full frontal nude of a male was placed on the wall, grubby fingers poking and silly grins of the stereotypical pubescent teenager taking notice of the work I had done...a bizarre feeling of accomplishment was what I got out of it, besides my A grade. I am still not 100% sure why, I suppose its the exhibitionist in me that rears its head and gives me a bit of a giggle. Unfortunately in the summer of 1990 my school was destroyed by a massive fire and my whole portfolio died a tragic watery death in cell block E, along with similar take offs of other artists like Dali and the Persistence of Memory, another interpretation with melting syringes (a big drug campaign was around at the time) instead of clocks.
So I hit 35 years old in October and came across, completely by accident, a Bio on Modigliani, who tragically died at the age of 35 of tuberculosis, aided by heavy alcohol and drug consumption. He was totally penniless and often peddled his artwork in exchange for meals at restaurants, or for his vices. Anyway, it just seemed fitting to have another go at interpreting his work through my eyes, seeing as I have made it past 35 (just) and am penniless. I love a certain amount of strange random connections when I begin a piece. Even though the above is my current inspiration, it was not the work I used for my GCSE, which promptly came to me half way through this painting. I have started so I will finish! But may end up reproducing the one I know I used in my exam for my next piece.
It just seems a really lovely way to take stock of the work I have produced to date, and my embarkation on the new to move forward, with phase 1 of my website now (finally) floating around the ether. Looking back over the work I have produced over the years raises many a question and memories, like the male nude I exhibited at a church...oh the twittering was an absolute scandal! 'Twas only a rear view though, I was being empathetic! See I just can't help it, the parishioners nearly choked on their ginger nuts!
And the most important question that keeps me vexed is 'to paint (what sells) or not to paint' (what sells)? What is the answer? Always a HUGE dilemma. Do I go safe and paint pretty pictures which sap my soul but have a wider audience, or maverickly continue in my quest for my own signature style in the male nude market, which has a limited and shy audience? Do I commit to a style and limit my enthusiastic creativity? Is that the signature of a 'proper artist' ? That of being known for a regular style and/or subject? Is it the trail of immaturity artistically to be so random in style and possibly subject? Should I be concerned with such questions or just let my creativity and desire lead the way? I don't have the answers, only optimism that all will become clear.
So for now I will finish this painting in front of me, hopefully tomorrow it will be up here for all to see, and continue in my randomness of thought and deed to muddle my way along my master plan. The plan, at the moment, includes painting more, blogging more, Phase 2 of the website which will include paintings for sale and the probable opening of an Etsy store and Deviant Art store, and my first solo exhibition next year, possibly in the summer and then and thereabouts learning the art of self promotion though magazines, hopefully, and other galleries. Its a plan!
Since committing to my artwork again, absolutely loving the process (finally) again, I feel a whole new world awaits me to explore and adore, I am like a child in a sweet shop...only a very distant memory now, are the years since the birth of my son, where I wanted to destroy all my art materials and never paint again, it was the blackest part of my life, Post Natal Depression. There's a lot to be said for time as a great healer. From tragedy to optimism, an all or nothing approach, which goes hand in hand with the yin yang gal I am.
