This piece was for a class I taught a few years ago:
"Crow" (real original name, I know...lol)
"Watercolor" (this was the first one I made and it was for a watercolor 4x4 challenge, thus the name)
To this day, she is my favorite painting and she hangs in my art room and I will never, ever get rid of her. She opened a door inside me and I'm so grateful for that!
Shortly after that, I discovered needlefelting. I ordered me a wee starter kit and the moment I held the roving, I fell in love and knew that this was "IT" (click on the photo to see the other kits available).
I began making little folk, sailing ships, traveling mice - I was blissfully creating!
Sometime after that, I began to feel like I should be painting if I wanted to be an "artist" (silly, I know that now. But at the time I wanted very much to be a "real" artist). So, I began painting again. However, I began to believe I was doing it all wrong. This began several years of taking one painting and portrait class after another.
While I enjoyed the classes very much, the act of painting never really struck the chord deep within me that fiber arts did (needlefelting, embroidering, making fiber jewelry, etc.) I even taught a few needlefelting classes during that time and had a blast, but felt I "should" (don't you just LOVE that word?!) focus on my painting if I was going to be taken seriously.
When I needlefelt, the object tells me a story and I just bring it out of the wool. When I paint, I never hear a thing. I can paint my stories, or I can recreate a story, but the art rarely ever tells me a story. Does that make sense?
I can paint and sketch a pretty good face - but they were silent faces, or they were recreations of my own stories, which isn't bad, of course.
I think that that is one reason I lost my artsy way. This post made me think even harder about that - it was like an ah-ha moment.
This stuff might be very apparent to most people, but for me it was a real struggle.
So, I've decided to go back to my first love - and I am honestly having a blast with it! I'm so glad that I explored other things because I learned so, so much! Mainly that my heart lies in needlefelting and fiber arts. I'm giving myself permission to go back to that - "real" artist or not. =) The funny thing is that I personally see fiber artists as REAL artists...I just think I did not see myself that way. It is time to change the way I view myself.
Have you ever struggled in the same (or a similar) way? Do share! I'd love to start a discussion about this sort of thing.
Keep it Joyful, Donna