I've been drawing for a long time, pretty much my whole life. There was a part of me that wasn't ready to paint. It was 25 years later that I ventured from the drawing board (pun intended) into painting. I started into acrylic cause someone suggested it first so this is what I cleaved to. It facilitated my impatience drying fast and all...
I was intimidated by oil since it was a radical agent and didn't dry quick enough for me. I'm a bit more patient for it now but this isn't the point. Like with drawing I started to get a firm grip on my subjects, ideas and media, almost to the point where I was searching for something else. Photo realism only took me so far I reckon and I needed more dimension, I didn't know what to do about it. About a week ago or so I started putting random strokes of acrylic paint on a canvas I had laying around.
I had ventured into abstract in the past and have had some fun with it but something about this was different. Not sure how to fully describe what happened besides saying that I finally figured out how to wrap my mind around impressionism. Kind of like trying to get a sticky label off of something and you finally get one part to come up, then you have leverage.
At the end of the piece what I had may not have been what you'd call an impressionist piece, more like a close up of shag carpet. But I believe I finally had broken my mind out of it's photo realist stronghold that had been secured for a long time. I finally had an idea of how to approach paintings from a different direction. Thank god!
So I painted another few pieces with different colors and shapes and honed in a little further to what I had been searching for.
Today I finally ran my photo realistic eye through this impressionist filter and what came out greatly surprised me! My first for real impressionist painting had been born...
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