I’m constantly reminded of the beauty of the process when it comes to art. Just like life, it’s the experience, the journey, the risks, the adventure that can make things interesting. I’m learning to be more confident with my marks which also seems to parallel life in a familiar way. I feel like I’m finally starting to own my marks and embrace them whether they turn out wonderful or completely ruin a piece. Owning up to ugly marks inevitably makes the next attempt better. It is like owning up to bad choices in your life so that you can avoid them the next time around.
real and real
Blue Bananas
The Wild Abandon 