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The Time Has Come
January
22

Written by: journeyoncanvas

01/22/2022 8:18 PM

The work on my canvas was once more classical and “acceptable” in style, but it bothered me. People liked my "old way" of painting. I now throw every impulse I have on top of my work and completely recreate what I see. I use new materials with intensity: cold wax, handmade collage papers, torn pieces from old documents and memorabilia, and textured mediums. I don’t have a focal point: naughty. I used black and texture liberally: intrusive. There are so many things I was trained to do that I have thrown out. No one conventional would even consider hanging my work on their wall. I am often asked why I don't make it "look real" and keep it as others see it. Why don't I? Because I will vomit if I stick with what’s expected for even a second longer. I just can’t do it anymore. Impulse is telling me that it’s time to investigate, explore, and break the rules. I let loose when I make my paintings. I get lost in time as I create: somewhere far from the expectations of others. I find hope in the act of doing it my way. I am spiritually freed when I paint from what's within. The time has come for me to own my process. This journey on my canvas will likely lead to little approval, but at least I am satisfied.                                                                                                                                                                                    
This photograph is of an experimental artist holding a blank canvas.
I will do what I want on this blank surface. The time has come for me to own my process. This journey on my canvas will likely lead to little approval, but at least I am satisfied. 

The Time Has Come

The work on my canvas was once more classical and “acceptable” in style, but it bothered me. People liked my “old way” of painting. I now throw every impulse I have on top of my work and completely recreate what I see. I use new materials with intensity: cold wax, handmade collage papers, torn pieces from old documents and memorabilia, and textured mediums. I don’t have a focal point: naughty. I used black and texture liberally: intrusive. There are so many things I was trained to do that I have thrown out. No one conventional would even consider hanging my work on their wall. I am often asked why I don’t make it “look real” and keep it as others see it. Why don’t I? Because I will vomit if I stick with what’s expected for even a second longer. I just can’t do it anymore. Impulse is telling me that it’s time to investigate, explore, and break the rules. I let loose when I make my paintings. I get lost in time as I create: somewhere far from the expectations of others. I find hope in the act of doing it my way. I am spiritually freed when I paint from what’s within. The time has come for me to own my process. This journey on my canvas will likely lead to little approval, but at least I am satisfied.                                                                                                                                                                                    

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