Works of art often tell stories, looking at an art work can be like reading a novel. The art has its own unique narrative to tell, powerful images create a story. The artist paints their words in colour and texture, making marks and lines, creating depth and emotion with paint. The composition of the art work subtly tells the tale. The unspoken story is revealed, to each viewer it is different, emotions are complex and unique, open to interpretation.
Some art seems to tell better stories, just like a well written book. Some authors are more experienced, better educated, can play with words and create prose that paints images. When I look at my own art with a critical eye, I sometimes battle to see the story. I seem to be too caught up in getting the technique right, in learning how to paint and I forget to tell a story, I feel my lack of education.
I was contemplating all this the other night while sitting in the bath, (don’t the greatest insights always occur in the bath). Suddenly, I realised that the very process of creating an art work tells a tale, the fact that I chose to paint, that I want to learn to paint, that I endeavour to pursue this need to make art, tells a story. The materials I chose to use, the colours I use, the sweet little faces I seem to need to paint, they all tell a story. Some stories are dramas, and some are romantic comedies with sweet innocent characters. What I realised is that there are so many stories to tell and so many stories to unravel and enjoy.