A friend asked me to contribute to a group of hand painted skateboard. I hadn’t painted in a long time so I thought it would be fun to come up with something. It took me a while to find time to complete this but it was a good feeling to pick up a brush again. Having freedom to put an idea together and execute it is a good feeling. I work on big projects on a regular basis for clients at work but I don’t always have the freedom to guide the purpose and content of what I am working on. This small painting briefly gave me that opportunity and it was fun to put together.
Lately I have been asking myself why I continue to draw. I have slowed down on the amount of personal art work I do because of the time and effort my job requires. But for some reason I still like to take a few minutes a week to draw. The exercise of drawing by hand has become a bit of a habit. Although I don’t go through sketchbooks as quickly as I used to, I still enjoy the occasional sketch or still life.
The human invention of tools is a pivotal moment in the history of man. It separated us from animals. It carried us to a new level of existence and elevated us to the top of the food chain. When man used his hands to master tooling and crafting he became a whole new being. Ever since, people have handed down ideas and methods of creation along to the following generations. I love to see skilled, hand-crafted work. I have a lot of respect for people who learn to master techniques in various trades and artforms. As I grow as an artist, I keep my eyes focused on mastering my execution of ideas; balancing the big picture and the small details.
I like to study how the objects we value somehow become us. The things we try to acquire and choose to keep say something about each one of us. As much as I enjoy drawing things I like, I enjoy opening up to things around me. My friend Joe recently lent me a set of his clippers so I could draw them. I wouldn’t call this a portrait of him but the drawing does suit him.
I began focusing my efforts towards making art about 7 years ago. I began creating a body of work, mainly consisting of acrylic paintings. About two years ago, I felt it was time to move onto something greater. I was content with my former body of work. Then I faced a dilemma. I honestly didn’t know where to go with my creative work. I felt that I had matured and that I needed to move on to new conceptions. I was at a standstill with my indecisive self. I had so much energy and was ready to begin working, but I had nowhere to direct my energy. I then stopped trying to strategize and I began to do the simple things I like doing. A sketch here and there led me to draw my shoes. I then drew other things around my workspace. I still don’t know where I am heading, but I feel happy with where this creative process is taking me.