The hands of an artist do not terminate in soft, plush fingers
but rather end in clawed talons-
prepared to scratch and grasp at the pigments of imagination.
( When I created this, I pictured a talon grasping at the pastel pigments in order to form something.)
When I read blogs or see artistic work of any sort, I always picture the artist and creator as scratching away at the surface.
Artists are the diggers and excavators. You may not like what the artist has found or dug up, but the fact remains the artist produced, from his or her digging, something that was not present before.
Art, to me, when it is honest, carries a hard edge, even if the picture is “soft”.
The hard edge of art evolves from its mere presence that can not be ignored.
Simply by being in created form, the artistic endeavor demands a witness- even if the witness is only one- the original creator.
Don’t ever stop creating 🙂