Confession: I have a crush on collage. I cannot explain why-something about it is a flirtatious hunt for perfection in color. I think I'd love to live in a vibrant collage world. :)
Given the parameters for my final project in Drawing 2, I wanted to create something to reflect the peace, life and growth I'd found within the classroom. The studio had truly become a place in which I had found color. Even on the most grey, uninspired days.
Pinned on the critique wall, next to the drawings and paintings of my peers, it was minuscule-both in size and ability. Although I'd thrown my heart into it, it appeared I was still in Fingerpainting 101, creating things for my mother's fridge, while my easelmates had created real, true art that fills portfolios. And, as my luck would have it, it was my work that was critiqued first. It was stated that although there were areas of sophistication in my work, where I clearly understood the object, there were also areas of naivety, in which I'd not well reflected light and shadow. Although, I'm quite certain that wasn't a compliment, I couldn't have described myself, or the past year any better. Pieces of naivety, not understanding where a shadow might fall...and how that shadow might touch you more than imagined. But then small patches of understanding, discovering peace or vibrancy in a place where you'd thought there was none.
I remember promising myself in my first drawing class that I'd not be too hard on myself when my work paled in comparison to my peers. And so I framed this. Because...well...I like it. And I'm freakin' proud.
P.S. A peer said my work consistently reminds him of IKEA. I wondered momentarily if that meant my artistry reads as cheap and easily broken...but decided to be flattered instead. :)