I love the physicality of making art, art as craft, and the specific qualities of the materials I’m using. The creamy messiness of paint, the dry dustiness of pastels, the sharp line of a pencil, the smudgy charcoal… not to mention the substrate; paper, card board, canvas, wood – and how it allows for all kinds of different handling.
What is becoming more and more obvious to me, as I go along, is that I find my way by doing.
For a long time the art world has celebrated the cerebral aspects of art making. Art has been infused with (or maybe even confused with?) philosophy, sociology, gender studies, etc., etc., … In my former life as an art critic, this was in many ways a good thing. The rational mind of the writer and the rational statement of an artist is often a good match. When words are your chosen medium, it is easier to write about rational ideas then visual sensations.
But visual art is not philosophy. An artist’s statement is very rarely a work of art, and attempts to illustrate the same statement is often quite … tiresome & tedious.
Visual art is beyond words, something altogether different. Visual art meets the eye and evoke sensations & emotions.
What is becoming more and more obvious to me as I go along, exploring my own world of art making, is that art is never a result of logical planned propositions
— I find my way by doing.
Philip Guston explains it well in this short video