I repeat, I am NOT an artist. At least not in the traditional sense of the word. I'd like to be, but I'm simply not. I am more an artist of idea, and that's fine with me even though ideas are much more difficult to express.
I had this wonderful thought to express what I want in life on a double canvass, with silver covered leaves and a combination of natural colors to write out Dwell in possibility...
I think this is better left to my upcoming tattoo instead:
Chrysanthemum embroidery and quote from Emily Dickinson |
I wanted the natural colors to represent my aesthetic and the silver leaves to define an impossibility, but one that I want to always imagine could be, because I never want lose my ability to think big and to make my life what I want it to be.
However, my "art" didn't turn out anything like I imagined, much like many of my ideas. It remains unfinished, as do other paintings I started.
Not at all what I had imagined |
Turns out this is a fair representative of my life now. It is unfinished, but unfinished in the sense of openness for further alteration. Nothing is complete. I think I've always had it in my head that once I reach a certain place in my life, a certain goal, that my life will be complete. I will probably always think like that, however I now know that my desire to find completeness stems from my never-ending thirst for more. It's a balancing act to find peace in what is now and what could be in eventuality.
Back to the art aspect though. I think my form of art (idea art) comes through best in writing and photography. These forms I'm able to manipulate to my liking, so they are a better representative of me.
"Lighthouse" |
"Endless" |
Perhaps my other art can be in food. Though I don't cook as much as I should, I enjoy making food pretty (taste is first, however). Last week I made a cheesecake. It turned out quite well :-)
Caramel Macchiato Cheesecake |
See other blog carnival postings at:
Farin' on the West Winds of Erin
The Short Version
The Photo Maestro