So the road to getting my art career back up and running is starting today.
I have started gathering all of my supplies and I have started painting some new canvases trying to get the rust off. It’s been such a long time since I’ve actually done any kind of artwork that was “real”.
What is real you ask? Well, at one point in my life I was a professional artist that had artwork publish in Heavy Metal magazine. I’ve also created multiple pieces for tons of journals and convention programs. I even had a small art show at the Ward and Nasse Gallery in New York City back in the 80s, then I just stopped. I really don’t want to go into the reasons why a walked away from my professional art career, but it has affected my life over the years.
Now I’m 54, and I’m thinking that I have only a good twenty years left on this planet and I have nothing really to show for it art wise. I have over 3000 painted miniatures, loads of filled sketchbooks, and a wall of my paintings, but I don’t have satisfaction of being an “artist”.
So that brings up the scary topic, what is an artist?
a person who produces paintings or drawings as a profession or hobby.
synonyms: designer, creator, originator, producer; old master
"a mural artist"
a person who practices any of the various creative arts, such as a sculptor, novelist, poet, or filmmaker.
a person skilled at a particular task or occupation.
"a surgeon who is an artist with the scalpel"
synonyms: expert, master, maestro, past master, virtuoso, genius; informal pro, ace
"the surgeon is an artist with the knife"
So technically I’m an artist, but with no formal training. I’ve never gone to school except for some life drawing classes at the art students league back in New York.
It’s funny, my wonderful wife Paula is the one who really brought something home for me about art. She said “Don’t create art for viewing. Create art for yourself with the idea that nobody will ever see it, put your thoughts and desires, your pain and your love, make it yours first and foremost. ” I have been creating art with the idea in mind that it will always be judged and that thought has crippled me artistically. In my mind I always took to heart that I wasn’t as good as the other guy, the trained professional. But until she told me that, I felt why bother?
Now I’m going to move forward with doing art for art’s sake, make these skills that I have acquired over the years work for me. It’s time to start drawing and painting
…. for me.