I came across some old books the other day and found some sketches I had messed around with when I was around 12 or 13 years old. I remember back then experimenting with the human form with my trusty pencils and eraser and knew I always wanted art to be a big part of my life. These pictures brought back memories of “challenging” my high school teacher on what is considered “great art”. I clearly remember him saying to me that “great art is art that is mainstream and the most popular, accepted by the majority” and I needed to work more on my style to make it this way. So I went home and grabbed a pair of my leggings that I thought were pretty cool back in the day. They were white with an abstract black design on them and I copied it by hand on to canvas and submitted it for my assignment. My art teacher thought it was excellent, I got a good grade and his take on “great art” was for him, reaffirmed but I just felt resentful. Ever since then I have had an element of rebellion in all the artwork I create which is probably why I love abstracts so much, it is harder to truly judge a combination of colour madly thrown on a canvas. When I am working for a company and need to respond to a specific design call submission, I can easily do it and adapt to the trend, but if I see something that is “popular” in the market, for my own art, I almost go the other way and create something completely different. Now, this may not help my case in terms of getting new clients but I just can’t stand it when something is  so “on trend”, everyone around the world, like moths to a flame, follow the light and buy the next big thing. To me it demonstrates a lack of individuality and confidence in one’s own style. And so, I think what I am trying to express is something I have known all along, ever since I was young and that is Art really is in the eye of the beholder, your unique style is what makes you special and don’t let anybody ever tell you otherwise.

Here are the two of my sketches I found from my younger days. The left looks kinda melancholy and the right, well, what can I say, it screeeeeeaaaams 80’s.

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