Went to MOCA last year, for no reason. When I walk in, the first thing I see are Jackson Pollocks and Rothkos… so of course I was like why is THIS art?
The caption next to a painting said something about this being a rebellion from having to represent the world in the traditional way (realistic depictions.) That the only ones that decide what is art? is the artist and the public.
Suddenly, I remembered I liked to paint as a child.
But gave up when I challenged myself to paint a bowl of fruit and failed to make the chalky acrylics and my 8 year old drawings look like a hyperrealistic still life masterpiece.
I thought: Where would I be today if I had just kept trying???
I would have some 15-18 years of experience. Why did I stop?
I also thought: Well, in 15 years, I can find out the answer to that question.
SO I got cheap acrylics, brushes, and painted over my Spanish portfolio.
Made it with cheap acrylics and foam brushes.
Painted it on a board like binder.
Promised to myself to nurture this talent once again.
I want to see how far I can push myself. How good can I get.