The Chicken or The Egg

I've been reading all of these bios about artists who are explaining what their art means and what they are trying to tell the world. Everyone has these wonderful paintings full of symbolism and metaphors for the things they create. Most of them have it all figured out before the brush hits the paint. It kinda made me question the authenticity of my work. I am a speed painter..I'm too impatient to mess with oil, I don't have the dexterity and focus to paint the hair folicles on a man's chin...Its the same reason I play the piano rather than the guitar..

So I sat and contemplated...if I can't ever explain my art, then what the hell kind of art am I creating? And then very simply after looking at one recent sketch of one of my many men..it appeared. My art comes from that certain spot in my head where I can't figure things out...so I let the brush do it for me, or the pencil, or the piano keys. I just work it all out on the canvas.

All my life I have had difficulting playing written music, however, my music theory teacher said I had an outstanding knack for writing music...I've always been able to sit at the piano and just produce sounds that have been navigated by my emotions. And my art is the same. Sometimes when I'm feelign something and i don't know exactly how to lable it, or what is causing it, the best thing for me to do is something creative and then reflect on the product.

The complicated part is explaining what it all means to someone else...I have no idea what caused me to create that work...but I hope that if a complete stranger can comment on a painting maybe they too suffer from the same inability to understand how they feel all the time.