Art Journey, Life Journey To Art
The sum of things in the past few months have been learning experiences to say the least. Verbally and theoretically, I have pretty much been a man of words and actions. You can say that I have taken a bit of chances that I may not have done in the past. It seems that the person I am is private so it is hard to convey that into the open minded behavior that is in the art world. No matter the situation I have been put in so far in this life; I rise to the occassion. Being the person I am and the way I have handled life is amazing to see (as I have been told.)
Losing a job about 2-3 years ago allowed me free time to do what I felt that I needed to do. Up until the day I lost that job, I was a workaholic that did not know how to stop being that way. It might have been constructive if I was a workaholic that actually did something I love but that was far from the fact. I was always told by my elders; “Something is better than nothing!” To put it mildly and not to scare people that do not know me…..I was a wreck of a person that got no sleep and was on the verge of self destruction. My whole family so that coming. I save a great deal of money so I would be okay. After that, I started doing “odd jobs” and actually make more money that way but that is not what I am getting at.
The time away from the steady job market allowed me to do artwork. I did sketches as a kid and pen drawings in college but nothing concrete at all. In unison with this, I started this art blog, got on Facebook and Twitter. Privately, I am a long conversation person as I will be on the phone for hours with the people that really know me. Now, this is where the story gets a bit weird. My best friend at the time asked me to go to Flordia with him on the spur of the moment. I did and everything that could go wrong went wrong. My money paid for the following: gas, hotel and food. The car shut down 3 miles from the hotel we were suppose to stay at.
I stayed in high spirits and we got a ride to the hotel in Orlando, Florida by the street sweeper. Somehow was we approached the hotel, he says “Why don’t we stay here for a while?” To say that I was shocked is an understatement. We got to the hotel, paid for the room and stayed up all night. We were in Florida because he wanted to try out for American Idol. The next day, he tried out but I was too tired to wait for his turn. This female that I did not know was bothering me with her feet of all things. I love females but this girl was weird. After this, I left the Colosseum and got lost trying to find the hotel. It took me at least 5 circle around the Colosseum area to finally see the hotel.
So, I took a shower and fell into sleep. He was back when I woke up and he was disappointed. We left the hotel and tried to walk to the nearest Greyhound. The map on Google maps said that it was about 5 miles. We proceeded to walk over 5 miles in the wrong direction. The next local bus came by and took us to the nearest bus depot where I met a female that I was going to flirt with but it was no use as I was leaving. If I had a video camera at that time, you would be able to see the lustful stares we gave each other. That friend never was a friend after that trip for various other reasons. I felt as though I needed to go on another trip……so I did. I went to New Jersey to stay about 2 weeks but ended up staying for at least a month! New Jersey is my birthplace and second home. Art filled my brain after being to these places so I went from painting on paper with acrylic paint to acrylic paint on 16×20 canvases. Three months after this, I started using 16×20 Stretched Canvases that are Cotton Duck fabric with a wooden frame on 4 sides.
Showing my artwork with others gave me joy and I get a dislike every so often. I decided on applying to get an Art Fellowship last year and got an rejection letter. I did so again this year and got another rejection letter. This sounds dishearting in a way but it is not. My love of art started as a kid and no rejection letter from anyone will change that fact. The last rejection letter I got was via website and not formal at all. This was a rejection letter from the City of Charleston Cultural Arts for an exhibition at an arts festival. My goal art wise was to get my artwork into galleries.
My art collection are neatly kept in 4 big boxes, sprayed with acrylic sealer and looks the same way when I finished painting it. The way I will sell these paintings are not like most as I just want to sell them with money order and debit card. Credit card is an option but I have to do more research on that. I am open to commission work at any time but keep those payment option in mind. The good thing about what has happened recently is that my friends and family believe in me more than I thought. A starving visual artist I may be but the road to what I need to become will be legendary.
I say that I am the next Picasso and that is not because I think that I am the best visual artist there ever was as I know I have as much passion for art as Pablo Picasso did. I say all of this because I lost friends as I stated in one situation, I have been rejected many times by the art community of paneled judges but I still have passion to create and be creative in everything that I do. You can not enjoy success without going through the struggle to get there. This is not just a story and this is not just words as this is a statement of truth with my own tongue. Keep pursuing your passions in life as I know that I will. Take care all of you and thank you for reading!