I was fortunate to be selected for the show. Although I
wasn’t one of the winners, I was the only one who represented the chaos in the
Middle East. In my blog is a sampling of the diversity of subject matter and
materials that were used.
Today, politics seems to be played like a football game;
each side cheering for their side at all costs. In the past, more people seemed
to vote for the person, rather than the party. At least, I did. I’ve been an
independent, a democrat and a republican, depending on who's running. Now it
seems that people support the party rather than the person, and choose to
ignore voting record or the past of their own candidate. Instead of offering solid
policies and solutions, there is more slander and mud throwing.
Historically, this has always been so, but the
ugliness today is right in our faces and the values once cherished are no longer in play. In the show, it was interesting to see how artists expressed these concerns.
Putting your anger and emotion to canvas is invigorating
and healthy. It allows an artist to express his inner turmoil and share either
a vision or a torment with his or her audience. Van Gogh had so much suffering and discouragement in his life. He allowed people to see his anguish, his joy,
his exultation and pain in a style that today is considered brilliance from an unfettered imagination.
If you have joy or pain that eats away at your heart, try
expressing it on canvas instead of burying your soul under a pillow of tears. Discouragement
comes to all of us.
I painted a scene of two brothers on the beach watching
the sun go down. I wanted it to have a magical feel, one that was almost
fanciful and full of wonder. I submitted my painting to a critique group and
they literally slaughtered it! There were so many criticisms; I had trouble
absorbing them all. Only one person gave constructive criticism. I printed out
her suggestions and kept them.
What happened to the painting? I was so ashamed of it I
put it in a box with a protective cardboard over the top along with other
stored canvases. I quickly forgot where it was. I opened that box several times
over the course of the next year, but the cardboard I’d placed on top of the
painting created a false bottom.
A year later, I found that painting and finished it
according to the constructive criticism I’d received. Ironically, not only the
first version of the painting that was critiqued, but the final version sold prints from the digital images online. I consider this a valuable lesson.
Listen to your own heart and paint what you love. If you receive criticism,
weigh it carefully. Take what is of value and blow the rest away!
Please share your experiences with critique and the value
of belonging to an art league with us.
Carol, I've never understood the practical necessity of criticism. I can understand studying with a teacher you like and respect. But most criticism reminds me of those fans who boo a batter who's having a bad day at the plate. Not very helpful or constructive.
ReplyDeleteI agree; it is seldom helpful. Sometimes the criticism is more for the one who criticises than the one who receives it. Makes them feel authoritative!
DeleteWhen I consider how little Van Gogh's work was acknowledged during his lifetime, I can't help thinking that sometimes it is the artist alone who sees what is worthwhile in a piece of work. If other people don't see it, then that may well be because they aren't able to 'see properly'. I've never thought it was anyone's business but mine to critique my paintings and I wouldn't dream of doing it to anyone else's work - a very different matter with design that is intended for commercial purposes
ReplyDeleteI agree completely. I get frustrated at my art league; everybody's an expert. I get so much feedback, it only confuses me. I guess I work better alone.
DeleteSounds like you've been experiencing criticism in your design class. Still that is a different animal. Love your feedback, Judy!