I love when the eyes begin to have life. It is a moment that nothing compares to in painting. It is the moment of true inspiration. That word is perfectly defined by "to inflame" or "to breathe."
I feel painting by painting I am moving back to my surrealism roots, though it is happening slowly. I am in a constant battle with my left brain that wants to rationalize my ideas, to make them fit some sort of straight line of thinking, to categorize. I walk a line with the work, balancing the push and pull of each side of my self.
Meaning is vital, but when meaning becomes narrow, creativity is stifled.
3 comments:
Looking good, Tracey! His eyes DO give him personality.
Powerful stuff again Tracey. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this one and your process. Yes, the eyes have come to life. And I do see more surrealism in your work...love it!
i love your beginnings. they already hold the promise of what they'll become. thank you for your comments on the drawings and bee line. as always they mean so much. hope all is well. best, suz
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