...you paint. Or, more specifically, abstract painting is the only refuge for someone like me, who can't draw a lick, but like the idea of painting, and like the idea of being able to paint. There may be some analogy here that explains it better: like if you can't play the guitar you buy Guitar Hero.
No. That's not right. There's more to it, I think.
I read somewhere--and I don't know if this is true--but the English painter William Hogarth was not especially skilled at drawing. He knew color and tone and the way to get images to the canvas, but draw: not so well, allegedly.
On a good day I can produce a reasonable outline of the female form--but those days are, sadly, infrequent.
So a few years ago I went out (having wanted to paint in a long time, but wanting to paint like Jackson Pollock, so what did it matter that I could not draw an orange) and in a flurry of ignorance bought a back seat's worth of canvas and acrylic paint.
This blog is meant to describe the lessons of a striving, unknowing artist.
Because here's what happened when I got home...
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Confessions and revelations--and questions--of a would be artist, with no formal training, who is often stumbling his way toward at least moderately respectable abstract canvas and graphic arts. The Untrained Artist has a website: http://www.abstractinclinations.com/
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