I love (contempory) art.
There’s nothing else that makes me feel happy in the same way that going to an art gallery does - when I find a new artist I love, or see work that makes me think and feel something. I absoluely treasure all my books about my favourite artists, and when I buy a new one the excitement I get before reading it is ridiculous, I’m like a little kid. Writing and reading about art just makes me happy.
I love creating work to, though I don’t think I’m very good at it. I like exploring my mind for possibilities, finding ideas that I want to turn into pieces and trying to come up with ways of doing that. I love the feeling of satisfaction when I can create something I’m really proud of. My work doesn’t impress people in the same way that a well executed painting or detailed drawing does, but that doesn’t matter to me. I love art that has substance and really means/conveys/evokes something, to me it doesn’t matter how much skill it demonstrates. This is why I love a lot of contemporary and conceptual art, I don’t even know why I do, it just makes me happy. I love my mind when it comes to art, I love the way I think about it and the way it makes me think, I love that I can see things in art and appreciate it in a way that some others simply can’t.
