For your examination, here are two pictures. The one on the left is a picture of a forest in Indiana, and the one on the right is a picture of a forest in California. I wanted to compare both of them to show you how watered down the colors of my birth land is. I lived in Indiana for about 9 years and then moved to California, returning every summer and winter for a time to visit my father. The visits were not enjoyable to me, first of all, because my father and I don’t get along, but also because of the difference in color.
I believe that this affected me psychologically, giving me a natural craving for vivid colors and high contrast within my artwork. I was psychologically jaded to those colors while growing up, and now I find pleasure in creating realities on a canvas or on a piece of paper with very high contrast or color.
There’s a saying I heard from one of my art professors that I liked. It went: “The difference between being an art student or an amateur and a genuine, full fledged artist is that the former creates works from what s/he sees, while the latter creates works for what s/he wants to see.”
This is of course just an opinion, as the definition of a professional artist is the sort of thing to have a small philosophical debate about, however, in this case, I agree with it. Nor am I trying to glorify myself, I have yet to achieve 100% independence from creating things from what I see, but so far I feel I’ve already made at least some of that journey.
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