Growing up, I never considered myself much of an artist, as I could barely draw a straight line. Though, if I really concentrated, I could make decent enough doodles. Anyway, that lack of drawing got translated (by me) into the notion that I had (little or) no artistic ability. I no longer believe that is the case. You, of course, are free to disagree. But I no longer feel that way.
Maybe when I was thirty, at a time when I felt flush with money but rather devoid of meaning, I was looking for hobbies, something to do, something to fill that Existential Void. And one of the things I did (ever so briefly, like most everything I dabbled at, back then) was Wire Sculpture. I took some cheap bailing wire (costing mere pennies a foot) and with the help of a pair of pliers (for leverage) and a screwdriver (to spiral around) crafted a sculpture or two. The one I remember best was of a Meditating Man.
Now, Meditation Man may not have been very good... and in fact, he may have been total crap. But let's not judge it on some Absolute Scale. Instead, let us judge it on the Artist -> Non-Artist Scale. And for me (at the time, in the moment), Meditating Man (not that I ever had a name for the sculpture while it existed) tended towards the Artistic.
I mean, for a Non-Artist, Meditating Man was pretty darn Artistic... which was about when I decided I had been spending my time working in the wrong mediums.
I like to believe 16x16 Grids are not such a bad medium for me. But then, opinions will differ. And I invite you to have at it.
It is odd how projects go. The time stamps on the images indicate I drew them all within a three month period... and then, I stopped.
I am pleased enough with the pieces so I don't think it was anything negative... well, not negative performance wise.
Rather, I am beginning to believe I have so much time with a medium or project, after which time I tend to drop it if I have not achieved External Validation or Success... a sort of Why am I doing this?
It is hard to say, however.
Clearly, writing and creating web pages have lasted... even if many a thing I write, I never intend to post... or will only be willing to post decades from now.
For anything new to find its way into my life, something old must leave.
Life is a mystery.
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