Relax, all is good!
It wasn’t my intention to get deep in an attempt to describe a painting but, like everything I do, it has context. So thank you for getting through the heavy bit.
The words I have used so far are not meant to be a reflection of a painting that is less than perfect – I don’t think you can ever really level that kind of critique on a piece of art because of it being so subjective; besides, being able to define what perfect is is impossible right?
No, the whole point of me getting all Freudian is to illustrate one thing – that it’s a worthwhile pursuit to search out the beautiful in the things that aren’t quite right; the oddities, the round pegs in square holes – that kind of thing.
I certainly don’t want a life that’s easy or made up of straight lines. I want a life that sends me in all kinds of directions, challenges me to use my brain and allows me to experience the less than perfect things as well as the perfect ones.
If I can develop an appreciation for these events as I grow older I am hopeful of being able to expand my ability to love the lows as well as the highs. I want to appreciate the experiences that aren’t as wonderful as well as the ones that are and to look for the amazing in the ordinary and the flawed.
I am beginning to realise that this gives me a deeper sense of humanity. I also choose to share this feeling with you and that in itself is open to all kinds of opinion. Maybe that’s exactly the example I was looking for to demonstrate this principle of Beautiful Imperfection.
I will learn to appreciate the person that calls me a wanker as much as the one that says ‘Well done!’
What do you see?
If I am to reflect all this talk in the execution of this painting it would be to simply say that you should make up your own mind about it. Is this a bit of a cop out I hear you ask? Maybe.
But think of it this way. If I see a steam liner from the 1870’s then you’ll probably see a rainbow or a wizard or construction cranes or a sunset or a place you went to as a kid.
So who am I to offer anything other than the opportunity to stop and stare for a minute or two. I hope you can find some enjoyment from the tonal range of colours or from the playfulness between rigid structure and carefree application.
Maybe you’ll see none of the above and flick to another page somewhere. Maybe my Beautiful Imperfection stays with you and maybe it doesn’t.
All I can do is smile and thank you for making it this far with me. And for that my friend, I will always be thankful.