My Reason

I guess it seems pretty far fetched that an artist (even selfproclaimed) would have no idea what the purpose of his work is. Well, I suppose for now I’m an exception. The things that drives me most are emotions rather than ideas and issues but those emotions aren’t evident in my work (at least I can’t see it). although, I have found that my work is remarkably better when i'm depressed. In fact I rarely voluntarily paint unless I’m upset. I’ve gotten used to sucking at art when I try to force it. Lately I’ve been going about the whole thing rather like a term paper or something. Trying to decide the topic and whether or not I agree. But I’m not very political, I’d prefer to simply lay down a bunch of colors that are appealing to the eye. i paint the same way i read and in the same spirit that i become obsessed with what may seem like the most uninteresting sort of stuff. I am very hard to keep satisfied, I want a taste of everything. I read in small sporadic doses
and My eye is caught by the slightest flicker and moments later I’m obsessed with something completely different. I think one of my newest paintings which I titled 'map' is the best example to date of what I’m trying to say. I project a sort of assortment of interest or ideas into a piece. I like to fill the canvas with a sense of organized chaos. I have discovered that the same seems to be true in my sculpting. (see my plaster below). So I’ve been struggling with the pressure of figuring out why I do what I do, and why my work is the way it is. what inspires me and what discourages me. anyone who knows me will understand what I mean when I say that my inspiration is pvc pipe, ropes and pullies, berry flavored drink mixes and log cabins, chinese stone lanterns and grass tiki huts. I think that my problem lately is that I’ve tried to pick an interest and stick to it throughout an entire piece. Not gonna happen without resistance!