With paint splattered, smudged, and dunked fingers, hands and clothing, I humbly bring you some art made by my own two tiny hands, from the inspiration and imagination of my buzzing brain, bubbling over with creativity.
With paper, fabric, ripped and torn cardboard, sets and tubes of paints and a set of a dozen brushes sprawled across one quarter of my bedroom, I sat myself on my floor and painted for hours. (I can only paint sitting on the floor on the bedroom. My mother wants to kill me.) Feeling content with the outcome, I've decided to spread this contagious inspiration, and reveal my pieces to my loyal, fellow readers.
Art is my worst habit. I'd ditch anyone to sit in my room and paint. I've called out of work because I was feeling extra creative and didn't want it to go to waste. I've gone an entire day without washing my hands, splattered with paint, because the creativity factor was so thrilling. Art is a drug. My pupils expand when I see something interesting, I find myself in daydreams, inspired by so much as a crumbed Styrofoam coffee cup next to a subway grate on a street in New York, I can't concentrate because my creativity levels are too high.
My artwork is rarely realistic. (I love abstract art, the kind that makes no sense, only to the artist.) I experiment with brush strokes and let them do the thinking for me, creating the next step. My brain is going at warp speed, but really, no thinking is required. Abstract art is what mainly spikes my interest, although all art is profoundly beautiful.
Laid before you is what I've created in the last three hours. Enjoy. There will be much more to look forward to.
Rudimentary Puddles
Painted on satin fabric.
Rudimentary Puddles
Detail View
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.
proVISIONal
Vanished...
Current Listen: I Woke Up Today - Port O'Brien
