One of the things that I enjoy the most about having art in my life is the ability to transition through a period with a form of visualization to my thoughts. For me being able to visually think out things that i'm feeling is a good connection to the written, and to summarize the collection of self into work that reflects the values I have or currently have re affirms my sense of self and place.
The problem with making is that ultimately you are always asking the question "Am I making this for me or for others?" (or possibly I'm asking that only) As I move onto a different portion of my life and move closer to another year spent doing the same thing I have to ask questions about transitions and who I am. It's easier to visualize the things I am and who i've been through painting and drawing. In art you can take the time to step back and fully think of who you want to be and who you are, and the mistakes that exist as a normal human being, failed interactions, mean things said, regrets, internships not taken, all of these things in art present themselves as visual challenges that are overcome and wiped clean.
As the growth and expansive period of Texas landscape ends, as the Summer cools into what we call winter or fall or "That cold period" along with it come all the thoughts of end. And work itself transitions to be a more introspective study of the self and its relation to making.
I blog about things to express a written form that I believe to be important in the creation of cultural image making. (Even if that image isn't well known or seen). And I blog because i'm an egotist.
The thing about Texas summers, that I write about a lot, is the brutal heat and shear intensity keeps people together, sort of united against the absurdity of a place where sweating through an entire outfit is more commonplace than being dry. But also summers for the entirety of my life (and I think others as well) have been a period of dramatic and informative change. The bursting of green the inclusion of new possibility and the expansion of desert landscape.
I think If I chose in this period of my life to relate myself to the symbol of a succulent or cactus, the flowering of that should be a change in character and personality. And if like the Succulent my roots are planted firmly in the Texas soil than my base should extend towards a goal that benefits and is visible by more people.
In final thoughts to a weird blog sort of related to work, There are so many things I wish I could have done better, so many things I wish I could have said better, and so many things I wish I could understand better. And I feel that my art is about this confusion, this confusion and disillusionment with past and the self, the inability to fix and the frustration that occurs with feeling stuck in a position. and maybe the visualization that accompanies the next season of life / nature will reflect this thought more clearly.