I like to quip, “I paint wrong,” but I am disappointed by the response I get, which is often something along the lines of, “You just need to paint more.”
That may be true. I will never have painted enough. But insufficient time spent painting is not why I say I paint wrong.
That may be true. I will never have painted enough. But insufficient time spent painting is not why I say I paint wrong.
I paint wrong because I do not paint to try to please the casual purveyor of art galleries, or tourists, or locals, or judges or the people who say I need to paint more. I should add that I hate it when I all too often fall into trying to paint right.
There are a lot of boring paintings out there that are painted right.
But there are paintings out there that just excite the bejesus out of me. I cannot overstate my overwhelming resonance with those paintings, most of which are in museums and some of which show up in art magazines and online. At those times I wish there was someone next to me to whom I could express my exhilaration. You see, those guys painted wrong, too.
I feel a great kinship with those guys, though I know I do not yet have the courage to paint as wrong as they did.
There are a lot of boring paintings out there that are painted right.
But there are paintings out there that just excite the bejesus out of me. I cannot overstate my overwhelming resonance with those paintings, most of which are in museums and some of which show up in art magazines and online. At those times I wish there was someone next to me to whom I could express my exhilaration. You see, those guys painted wrong, too.
I feel a great kinship with those guys, though I know I do not yet have the courage to paint as wrong as they did.