As I've been in the art program my bedroom has slowly filled with my art. Piece by piece I find myself surrounded by my own creations. I never used to display my art, because that's not why I make it - but that's kind of an interesting story.
Back growing up in my parents' house, I never displayed any of my own art for a long time - I kept it tucked in an old leather portfolio I bought at a garage sale, or piled up in my closet. Then one winter I wanted to do some oil painting, so I painted a two-panel piece to hang on my wall. That was the only piece of artwork I displayed that was done by me, the only piece you could see without digging it up or shuffling through a pile. It started with that one piece. . .
Then, after I came home to visit one summer my Mother commented that she hated how I had emptied my room when I left - it felt abandoned. She didn't want it messy or too lived-in, but she wanted to be able to go in and feel like a part of me was there. Most of what I owned was either packed in boxes I didn't want to have to open, thrown/given away, or had been moved to where I live now in Utah. So I used what I had easy acess to - my artwork I had been tucking away over the years. I pried it out of the leather portfolio, shuffled through the piles in my closet, and used what I found to cover the walls. I loved the effect - the room suddenly felt alive with little pieces of me, selective cuttings out of my life pinned to the wall.
In turn, at school I was now in the art program, and started it by taking some odd art classes like 3-D Design (which involves welding and metal-forming), creating big sculptures that aren't the, erm, normal taste. At first I left them out in the main room, but realizing my poor roommates probably shouldn't be forced to endure my taste, I started putting them in my small private room. The sculptures were too large to store, so I just set it out next to my closet . . and next thing I found myself slowly filling my room with my favorite pieces from my variety of art classes, first out of necessity of storage, and then out of fondness and joy to have them where I can see them.
The evolution of me displaying my art is funny. . .I've never created a piece because I've thought about how it'd look on a wall, but more, because I want to create it. But it seems that a passion for creation turns to beauty when tempered with talent. At least, I'm sticking to that idea
I'll be oil painting this Spring and Summer, since I'll be staying here in Utah and working almost full time. And hopefully, that should make for some great art to share.
"As if you could kill time without injuring eternity."
-Henry David Thoreau
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Well, well. . .
Enjoy!
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