I get frustrated sometimes. I get frustrated because I want to be a great painter. It's not that I want to be famous or the best or anything like that. It's more about wanted to progress in this thing that I devote so much of my life to. Part of the battle for me is that my natural tendency is to be an aggressive painter. I want to feel color and emotion and channel that directly onto the panel. Maybe like Paula Modersohn-Becker. And at the same time, I also tend to want to follow my parentally guided influence where beauty is found in finely rendered images, ala Jan van Eyck. I suppose it's a nature vs. nurture battle. So after much contemplation today, I think this battle will either keep me from ever being a great painter or it will make me a great painter. That tension will push my work one direction or the other. I guess I'd rather gamble than have it all figured out...probably.
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In my humble opinion, you ARE a great painter, Cassandra. I look at your art and talent and envy that you possess the skills to render what's in your mind. I WISH I could do that!
That was beautifully said. I have always felt the same way. I don't need to be famous, but I want to be great.
You are well on your way to being great. Each time I look at your work hanging on my wall I feel better.
That's pretty great.
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