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Whether the painting is sold or given, the belief that others will get enjoyment from seeing it, is satisfying for me.
Finally after twenty some years of painting my art work is starting to speak to me. O! the pleasure that comes with that. “You need to gray down that tree, it is calling to much attention to its self.”Is your center of interest the focal point?” “Do you really need that in the painting? “Kiss”keep it simple stupid”.”Watch out for those hard and soft edges.” “Remember Warm colors come forward and cool recede.”I could go on and on. I love that Iam finally starting to see,it is awesome. Peace, Susan
Recently I have been doing memorial drawings of people’s dogs. I enjoy the challenge of trying to capture an image that I cannot see in life. That gives me a feeling of accomplishment and then I get the joy of handing off a drawing that makes someone happier where they were previously sad. To me, it seems to be a win-win situation.
It takes a long time for me to enjoy looking at my art.It’s not a state of anguish so much as feeling suspended until i move past the roadblocks.To be able to see the whole of it. It’s my process,no studies,searching for reference that may free the image that i’m wanting to create. The enjoyment of making art for me, is at the end.It’s completely liberated.Getting there is another story.
What in the world is everyone talking about? I thought creating artwork was all about looking hard at your subject, making your choices and looking critically at the dabs you put on the canvas. If youre any good at it, you are apt to be pleased with the experience and the outcome. If youre pretty good at it, over the course of several paintings, you will have learned some new tricks, even if its just a better way to clean your brushes. If you are really good at it, which I aspire to, you figure out what galleries get what paintings, and have a little spring in your step when you go out to find some anticipated checks in your mailbox. Im pretty sure a furniture maker feels the same way about the chest of drawers he just turned out. My point, I think, if Im reading my mesolimbic pathway correctly, is if you love making art, make it with an active mind and a certain pleasure over how well you are doing itand an expectant joy over how much better youll do it in time. Giving is good. Painting is better.
I just wanted to say thank you so very much for doing this great work. It matters, big time. I feel super-blessed and blissed every time I read your emails.
I may not understand the question as I WAS very enlightened and life was a breeze with art and everything I needed just flowing for about 15 years. I took my art as a curse more than an enjoyment (like I had a choice NOT to be an artist) because its all I could do well and had kids to support. Now I am in my senior years and with time but little inspiration. The euphoria is merely a lack of time consciousness and being there with your creation. I feel and know creativity cannot be halted, like a great earthquake or breath. Allowing oneself the space to not do a commission or piece for a show is very humbling. I await that space again when I must create a vision or piece for my inner voice.
I’m serious when I say that providing your website to other artists who later tell me how much they’ve enjoyed it REALLY provides a high for me but starting and finishing a painting comes close!
When one starts the process of learning to paint little thought is given to the happiness of others. It is enough each day to try and make sense of this process. As we progress, we move into being happy personally with the results, then, for some, making money and/or gallery representation. From there International fame if at all possible. Primarily, from this point, ego is central in all matters. We need the acceptance to justify doing this. Money and fame are our barometers of the success we have reached. Once those needs/impulses are satisfied, then and only then can the “satisfy others” idea enter into the equation. Not to sound too selfish, only when our needs are met, do we bother to think about the needs of others. Really, how can we think of feeding the world, if I can’t feed ourselves. Right? In all fairness, this is not a bad thing in humans. Survival, after all, is paramount in all of us. We can think of the needs of others, for whatever mesolimbic pathway results are acquired, only when we have satisfied our own needs. There are two sides to the process of creating art. One is personal expression; an artists need to comment on the world as he sees it, and the other idea is others may get vicarious pleasure from viewing it. These two views are mutually connected while at the same time totally exclusive. While it is pleasurable for the artist to be appreciated, it is not necessary for the creation of art. Pleasure is derived solely from the act of creating. Pleasure, if there is any to be had, comes only after the act of creation for both viewer and creator.
For me, there is giving and there is giving. The hippocampus in my brain definitely gets high by giving money to charities and giving art to collectors. My hippo is a bit suspicious about art transactions since arts value is so hard to define and appreciation to trust so it likes to get a payment in order to be convinced that the receivers hippo really enjoys the gift at least as much as other stuff that he/she pays for.
As a former Kick Boxer and current Boxing sparring partner I experience, after every work out what I call a fighters high. Same as a runners high, a very physical feeling of euphoria. Conversely as a professional Pet Portrait artist I also feel a Painters high except it is more of what you must be talking about here, more in the mind and ultimately in the soul. I get pleasure from the act of painting, but mainly get it first from seeing my clients pleasure as they witness their pets portrayed on canvas, and mostly I get the good feeling from knowing that I have helped cheat death for the animals I paint! They will live on and will not be forgotten. THIS is my painters high!
I gave my best watercolor painting to a friend. A couple years later, I saw it was still packed away somewhere. I feel devastated that she didn’t hang up a painting that I loved and enjoyed doing. I wish I could ask for it back. I’ve noticed over the years that people do not appreciate gifts of art. I want all that art back! Then I could surround myself with paintings that remind me of places in nature where I felt the presence of a Higher Spirit. On art itself, I find doing colored pencil paintings is relaxing, unlike doing acrylic where the technical problems drive me crazy. I am doing a 4 foot square as my part in a school mural. I am happy to do my part, but I really wish acrylics weren’t so nasty – they quickly turn into Alberta gumbo, the kind of mud where you lost your rubber boots as a kid.
The best compliment I ever received was that my paintings evoke emotion to me that is how I paint and it was great having someone feeling what I was painting.
I agree with you. I am euphoric and anxious but like you giving, turns my little crank.
I do like all parts of my artwork – the ideas, the inspirations, the gestation and birth of a project and the serious art-making and roundup of it all , such as sale to a client, posting at my site, donation to worthy cause. I truly delight in sitting with a client and doing it to their specifications as much as possible without losing my art in it. It’s about life and my art is a medium in the communication and generation of the best life exchanges. My family, including me, used to run to the rescue with red cross and other groups, and when I was hurt and no longer really apt for ground zero responses , I discovered the art-with-heart thing to do with my art and have been euphoric ever since because I help with my art much more than I could with my physical response and its lots less dangerous.
Art is an inclusive institution….maybe becoming the most important.
I have at times been reprimanded for my lack of interest in politics, world events, the news in general. As though I should be made to feel guilty about my lack of so called participation. As tho following the news on TV or reading a newspaper is somehow contributing to society. Personally, I find news addicts to be just as boring as sports addicts, but that’s not my point. These folks overlook how much joy my work has brought into the world. Hearing that a piece I’ve donated, brought in the highest bid for a charitable event is a definite high. Getting paid for works and knowing that they’ll be enjoyed by their new owners for many years to come, feels pretty good too.
When do you have time to paint? This is way too much cerebral stuff for me. I try not to complicate or over-analyze.
What amazing, intelligent fun for those who are open to it.
All very nice, but RAGE is the prime mover in what some call REAL art, Robert. I use rage to move to that higher level of productive canvas attacks, and like many Abstract expressionists before me find that soft fuzzy feelings have no productive outcomes when it comes to strong, elegant work. I save those feelings for petting my cat and enjoying the outcomes from a day of pure rage in the Studio.
When I started this artistic journey, many, many moons ago, at a local Midwest community college, an instructor stated in a lecture that people in the Midwest buy tvs and beer coolers. And that if we wanted to make a living selling art, we needed to move. Well, I never moved. but I’m still painting and still fighting the tv and beer cooler mentality. We’ve have to band together as artists. And we’ve worked hard. But things are looking up. Even in this economy there are tons more opportunities for artists than were out there twenty years ago. So we need to take advantage of everything we have going for us (websites, blogs, YouTube, Facebook, etc.) to reach out, spreading our enthusiasm for art and artists that we love. By the time we have them converted, I’ll be really, really, I mean really good!
I think the making of art is all about altruism. I make art because I love giving. I give my best to it, and while it is not always easy, it is perhaps that difficulty that makes it worthwhile. And then there is the fine gift I am able to give to others. Whether they pay for it or not, it is still a fine gift from me to them.
footnoting my comment: Hahaahha, well the use of the word *REAL art* was a bit harsh :-) Let’s just say SOME art……..
I am fascinated by your work Nikolay. I would love to learn more about it. I am constantly drawn between my love of photography and my love of painting and keep thinking there may be a way in which they can more satisfactorily come together. I love the layering of complex textures overlayed with simple images. An I especially like the ‘tongue in cheek’ of ‘Musical lesson’. I would love to learn more about how all this is done.
I had a few really nasty months in the studio. Bouncing between feeling blocked, frustrated, desperate. Somehow I managed to make a few new paintings, poor tortured things that I didn’t dare offer to my regular gallery. I offered them to a new (to me) gallery and they took them and sold them in a matter of days. I was amazed and my mood brightened up a bit and I made a couple of new pieces that I thought were awesome and offered them to the same gallery. They said they didn’t want those. This kind of stuff can really mess you up.
Anon’s comment: ..pieces that I thought were awesome … to the same gallery. They said they didn’t want those. This kind of stuff can really mess you up. I don’t know why I find this comment so funny, but I laughed out loud. Isn’t that just life! Go figure! Perhaps the first batch filled a previously known request. Once when my messy, off-kilter works were chosen for a show, and the ones I preferred were turned down, a wise artist was kind enough to help me see the difference by asking me questions about how I felt, and what I was thinking about when I was creating them, .. until the light went on. Emotion was lacking or stiff in the technically correct ones I liked. Too static somehow. The ones chosen had mistakes and visible corrections, but they also had personality, style, movement and were a lot more interesting. We need to look at our own work with fresh eyes, and as though it was a stranger’s work. I pretend that some evil nemesis painted mine. MUCH easier to critique. Ha! But on the other hand, …maybe it’s just the weather or mood in the gallery on that day.
Thanks L, your thoughts reflect mine. What bogs me down, and why I wrote that note for other artists to read, is that I had tied my thoughts and expectations to a gallery when I made that art. I recommend to everyone not to do that. The reasons something will sell or not has absolutely nothing to do with our reasons of making it. If we try to make it so, something is bound to go down, sooner or later. Making and selling can happen to one person, but there is nothing else in common between those two events (except that they are both very desirable). It is essential to keep oneself genuine. I guess we can all learn from others mistakes especially when they can mess up your mind and get you in a strange unproductive mood of self-questioning. Or maybe we all have to make our own mistakes in order to learn from them
Station to station encaustic painting, 18 x 24 inches by Victoria Wallace, Canada |
I like this concept… Thank you.