Is it weird to be in love with your own artwork?
I’m seriously in love with this painting I made a few weeks ago. I feel kinda weird saying that, like I’m being big headed or something, but that’s really not what it is. I don’t love it because of the way it looks, I love it because of the potential it shows. Potential for a new direction for my work. A more mature and conceptual direction.
I also love it because I made it by accident. I had the idea of painting on un-stretched canvas after becoming a little bit tired of working on boxy canvases. I found a scrap piece of canvas at Uni and painted straight onto it as a test to see what would actually happen if I tried to paint on a piece of canvas which hadn’t been stretched.
I loved it. I applied layer after layer of paint and allowed the picture to create itself. After many layers, I eventually spotted a potential image. I picked out rooftops, trees and water and worked from there.
Painting on a loose piece of canvas made the process feel so much more involved. As opposed to sitting in front of a canvas propped on an easel and working with a brush at arms length, I could get more “up close and personal” (lol) with this piece. When I work on stretched canvases, it’s always a little uncomfortable because you can’t really rest your hand on the piece. Either it’ll dent the canvas or your hand is falling off the edge. I like to rest.
Also, because it was just a test piece, I wasn’t precious with it at all. I worked on the dusty studio floor, folded the canvas so I could work on individual areas, rolled it up and took it home, nearly lost it at the train station. It was fun!
Working this way made the actual painting process much more enjoyable for me. And that’s what it’s all about. I’ll definitely be working on loose canvas and being less precious again in the near future.
A huge lesson I learnt with this piece is to try new things and to push myself out of my comfort zone. I’ve had to re-learn this lesson so many times. And I know I’ll forget it and have to learn it all over again.
I wanted to share this with you as an encouragement to try something new with your work. And in answer to my first question? No, I don’t think it’s weird to be in love with your own work at all. If you can’t love your own work, how can you expect someone else to? If you wouldn’t hang it on your own wall, why should someone else?
I’d’ve quit a long time ago if I didn’t occasionally really love a piece I created.
I’d love to hear about the piece of your own work that you love the most and why you love it! Let’s chat in the comments.