I was born a people pleaser. I get it from my mother (shout out to Janelle!) and it’s both a blessing and a curse. On the positive side, I am considerate of others and value empathizing perspectives outside of my own. On the flip side, I can let what others think have too much weight when I’m making decisions and let my viewpoint get tossed by waves of opinion. It is what it is and I’m working through it. Painting helps.
When I’m in the studio, I do my best to block my people-pleasing tendencies. I quiet the critics, both inner and outer, real or imagined, and try to get into the zone of creating without critiquing. Thoughts will always creep in about whether folks at the next festival will like this painting or whether Ashley will like it or if the average Joe will think it’s cool or weird or whatever. But I’ve gotten pretty astute at noticing these thoughts and stopping them at the doorway. They have no place in my creative process because I think my work is best when they’re held at bay.
Looking back at the past 250+ paintings I’ve done in The Jobs of Yesteryear Series, I notice a gradual shift towards abstraction. What I mean by this is that things are less clearly defined in my paintings, in particular in the background. Instead of a crisp building with clean edges and carefully laid out windows, I will use a blocky brushstroke and leave it at that. Rather than painting in the sky full of clouds and the forest recessing into the distance, I will use a simple but pleasing gradient to capture the mood of the morning light and paint the silhouette of trees into the negative space on the horizon. I suggest a scene rather than explicitly showing a scene and I’ve found that the end effect is better, more engaging work. The viewer meets me halfway and we tell the story together.
I haven’t always appreciated abstract art. A big blob of color on top of a contrasting color and that’s it? Painting done? Now to some people, that composition does something and I’ve read accounts of viewers describing their visceral, emotional responses to what I consider simplistic abstract art. It just doesn’t do that to me but that doesn’t make my response or their reaction correct. Art is just art and the reaction you have to a piece is what it is.
But the more I paint, the more I see the value of abstraction as a tool. In my latest work, my backgrounds have been becoming more abstract. Blobs and swooshes of color, drips and wild gestural movements: it’s all loose and instinctual, pure expression in the moment. Go with the feeling.
This background is contrasted by the sharp, clear lines of the figures, their rich detail and texture jumping out at the viewer, especially when set against a more muted, abstract background. My wife/muse/boss Ashley has said all along, “You don’t need a scene”, and as I’ve found out countless times during our almost twelve years of marriage, in the end, she’s spot on. It just took me 200 paintings to get there.
I just completed five new paintings for the Ann Arbor Summer Art Fair taking place this weekend and if you have the chance to come and see them in my booth, you’ll notice that I cranked the abstraction knob to 11 (they are also available exclusively to our patrons right now on Patreon to view and purchase). I wanted to find the edge of where the abstraction goes too far and something is lost in the final piece. In creating these five new originals, I don’t think I’ve gone too far just yet. The contrast works magnificently and I thoroughly enjoyed the wild, expressive process of splattering in the backgrounds. It felt good. It felt right. And most of all, it was just plain fun.
I don’t what the average Joe (or even Ashley) will think of this latest work, but when it feels that good during its creation, then it’s time well spent at the easel. And for now, I’m going to sit back and be pleased with that.
Thank you for continuing with us on our adventures in art. May you find the quiet places in your life to create without critiquing.