Detail of work in progress – oil on linen
I do feel, finally, that I’m settling into a happy place with my style, and my approach to painting the things in my head.
One of the things we all struggle with as artists is finding out style. We twist and shake, and look, and absorb, flicking through a multitude of possibilities. Trying on our mothers shoes and hats in a metaphorical way to find out who we may be or should be if we work hard enough at it.
The great irony, is that through all this searching, it inevitably finds us – sneaking up when we least expect it and waving flags in our face. I”M HERE it whispers – see that bit over there – that’s all you, and that bit up there, and the way you do that – that’s you.
You go on, ignoring the signs and trying to find yourself, until, if you are very lucky people will start saying – gosh, that’s a distinctive style you have there.
And then amongst feelings of freedom and anxiety, you realise, perhaps you can stop looking and just explore. Weird huh. 🙂