I’ve been working on art in all my free time. I’ve tried to do my best work, not there yet, tried to figure out an art sale, too anxious, keep switching my art handle from public to private, it’s eerily silent in there. Despite all that I’m having a whale of a time with it. Here are my recent posts from naiveheart8.
You don’t make art, you find it.
~Pablo Picasso
This year I’ve really learned to explore art. I haven’t had a fixed plan. Like the quote I may just have a spark which I naturally flow towards. The art I make is imperfect, with no technique it really just comes from somewhere within me. There’s an energy that it gives me rather than I giving energy to the art. So I keep going back to it. I love how I’m learning to enjoy the creative process sometimes not for the art page but just for me. To get my hands on to a brush and dip it in paint somehow makes my simple days so full of color. I know that more practice needs to be there, more work but even then I just love the little pieces of raw energy that vibrate from a painting hour on to my canvas. I don’t mind that they’re simple, lack softness or technique I just know they retain a certain bit of charm and naivety even just for me.
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