Mixed Media on Wood and Coated in Resin
36" x 24"
As an artist, I carry critics in my head. Every negative thing I’ve ever heard about my artwork, I pack into an invisible back pack inside my head and take it with me wherever I go.
As I set up my palette, fill my water and line up my brushes, I gently unpack every negative thought.
And then I tell those thoughts to fuck off and make whatever I was going to make anyway.
The critic doesn’t just go away. As I paint, the voice gets louder. It points out my mistakes. It tells me to correct. Start over.
But instead, I channel the critique. I paint. I correct. I repaint. I splatter. I drip. I keep painting until that voice in my head pointing out every flaw is finally satisfied.
And that’s when I know I’m done. When there is nothing left to fix.
This piece is for anyone who has an inner critic. You know what to tell them.