Exploring like a toddler … that’s what art is about. For me, anyway.
I know that I care about the finished product, and there’s no escaping that fact. I want the final piece to be something I care about; something that tells the story I need it to, and does so through both the composition and the overall look of the piece.
But I’ve realized that when I get too stuck on those final pieces, I lose all joy.
So I want to explore art like a toddler. Like MY toddler. Grabbing a car to drive through the paint, for no reasons other than that it was there, and it seemed fun.
I want to mix every color together to see what happens. I want to draw with a marker on wet paint and see what happens. This kind of stuff is scary for adults. I’m unlearning it.
I think when we reach a place of unlearning, we learn. We are in the best positions possible.
So while it is hard to find the time and energy to create with a toddler and a baby and a full time job, there is no way that I’m going to waste these few precious years of pure inspiration.