*Sorry in advance about the cursing Mom and Dad
Recently I faced a dilemma in my art.
I found that I was really great at painting backgrounds but not so much foregrounds or any type of subject matter at all and this was frustrating me. All of my paintings only felt partially completed. To top it all off I couldn't decide whether or not I wanted to focus on painting or drawing. But with every problem there is a solution (well at least if you believe there is...it's science I promise). The solution was to merge my drawings and my paintings together, some seriously revolutionary shit happened this weekend! Like why did it take me so long to come to that basic fucking conclusion. I was afraid. I was to scared to #Deconstruct .
I had spent so long creating something perfect, planning each brush stroke, every movement, never using black because it wasn't happy enough. Then I was hit with the realization that all the planning and perfectionism in the world cant prepare you for accidentally dropping black paint on one of your favorite pieces or finding out you're moving across country during the most important year of your schooling, losing your job, learning that your sons staring spells are actually seizures...you get the point, it's been a rough year. So what do you do when you are afraid to rebuild? Drop some fucking black paint on it, deconstruct and build it up even better than before. You make dope ass art.
I have a world to change and children to inspire, I can't spend my time obsessing about making everything perfect while missing out on letting life happen.
When you change your mind you change your life. Now enjoy this monster eating the universe!