Here is that other painting I was working on while I finished up The Beauty and the Beast.
I think it is really interesting to see how my style has changed over the years when I compare this to a painting one that I did nearly 4 years ago.
That is something I am sort of grappling with right now, this idea of finding your style. I do not think I have found a certain style that I am willing to stick to. I love painting realistically, but I also love painting more emotionally which ends up leaning towards a more stylized/cartoonish feel.
I think that art school puts a lot of pressure on students to find their style and have it established by the time they graduate. Even though I am a senior, I feel no where near ready to limit myself to any one style.
I think that I need to stop putting so much pressure on myself to conform to the ideas that many of the professors and students put forth in my classes. What I want more than anything is to be able to hold my head high and place my work on the wall for the critique, knowing that what I am sharing is truly from my heart. And so, it cannot matter what people have to say, or how they may put down my work, as long as I know it was an idea and emotion that I felt and wanted to depict.
In the end it does not matter what others think, who do you really have but yourself?
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