Acrylic on Canvas
I was speaking with 70-year old man at an art show I was in last week. We talked Picasso/Francoise, Dali, Degrees, and Physics of Art. He was inspirational and let me speak about what I knew, chimed in his knowledge, and we were like kindred spirits for the whole moment of the show.
I asked him, in his age, what his words were for a young artist. He responded that the heart has to be there. The spunk. The care to every detail, always, that you make. He said that a career as an artist always challenges the maker and his/her intent. I likened it to four seasons of spring, lined up, ever weeding out those who want to be an artist from those who WANT to be an artist and were born to be so. He smiled.
We concluded our merriment by me pondering art movements. Does the artist know that they are part of something bigger while it’s happening? He grew thoughtful and said The Best Ones never know, because they are so completely in their creation and their element that they are paving the way for an unknown movement.
I really hope to be a a stone or two in the pillar of a new movement. Perhaps I am on to something with my paintings. Perhaps I am not.
I guess time will tell.