Image: CC BY-SA gallery.insaneworks.fi
It's been a long time since I've painted last. There's always something more important to do. There's always something new, something I haven't tried yet, somewhere I have to be before it's gone. Something else.
I love the smell of the oil colors and linseed oil. I love the palpable feel or the actual painting process. How the paint mixes smoothly or layers on top of other layers. I love the fact that as it is very hard to be precise when painting, that as a matter a fact is the whole deal. With one brush stroke I am creating something unique. Something different. That one brush stroke can exist nowhere else. Ever. Every brush stroke is always unique.
I've always felt that art isn't meant to be understood in only one certain way. There's no answer to: "So what's this supposed to be?" If you like it, you like it, if you don't, you don't. There are people who like sea sceneries with sailing ships and raging seas. There are those who like black, clean cubes on white surface. There are those who want art to be pleasurable. Easy on the eye. And there are those who prefer art with statements. Or clear views into the artists head and thoughts. That's OK. I understand that.
If you see red, you see red. If you see lines, you see lines. If you see forms, you see forms. Then again, you can also see a monkey with headphones on keeping all the crazy people outside his head because the crazy me-want-everything people are annoying with their demands and what they fail to understand is that the only thing worth being here on this earth is art.
Earth without art is just Eh.
-Unknown
I love this painting. I gave it to my friend years ago for free because he said he liked it. He still has it in his kitchen at the same place so that if you take the painting away, the wall has a lighter patch where the paintings place is. So I think he truly likes it. I'm glad I gave it to him, although I like this piece very much and it was hard to let go of it.
But as art really is the most important thing in the world, at the end, it's not about the ready made art works. It's about what's in your head and heart.