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Establishing A True Voice

Jun 26, 2018

An Artist’s Journey

An artist’s journey is just that. A journey. Things change along the path,… views, thoughts, feelings, mood, what one is interested in, focus, understanding of the journey,  goals, even destination. This iis true in art as well.

Recently I’ve been thinking more about my own personal voice in art. And recently I’ve been doing a great deal of study in the journey in art, pushing myself to leap often. And leap again, reach for the stars, the wonder. But also, reach into the deep, the unconscious, the “more”.

An Artist’s Voice

I’ve not really viewed my art as a way of “telling” something about myself or sharing my feelings. I’m a very talkative person so I feel very well expressed verbally, which is rather curious since I was such a shy child. But lately I’ve wondered if I can say more through my art. Not in an obvious way,… more in a way that express my interests and what I love about art and life. This thought process was spearheaded by being introduced to American artist, teacher and blogger Nicholas Wilton when reading various blog posts about art, finding one’s voice, establishing one’s style, for at least, a while. Because that can change too, being human and all.

This painting I worked on the other day was the closest I’ve come to doing that consciously and quite unconsciously. I found myself gliding between playing and doing what I like with designing and deciding what looks good. It was a bit more centred and carefree, a bit more relaxed and “listening”. It was effortless and easy. No struggling, just gliding. I’d love painting to be that way all the time. I suspect as I carry on, I’ll have more of that as I follow my intuition in my art practice. 

I’ve discovered a great deal lately as I continue my study of art and art in my life. They’re two different themes yet definitely co-exist. Strangely in both art and design school this perspective was never brought up. The only professor who ever got close to this was my sculpting instructor who’d read us a poem from Rumi, before our actual working class began. He’d set us on a path of thought and feeling before we got started. Barry Holmes, an amazing man who drove his motor bike to school with clogs on his feet. Had a home on Salt Spring Island that he invited us to to see his studio one long weekend. 


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