Saturday, December 27, 2008

How long were the stretches of toilsome tacking back and forth, of being blocked, of being thrown back again and again. But all that was annulled by the periods when I had my technique in hand and succeeded in doing what I wanted. -Kathe Kollwitz

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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Anonymous said...

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!

Mad William said...

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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