1. I never needed time away from art, but I needed time away from this website and the general art population that I am associated with in my social life.
2. I gave too much of a fuck about what other people thought about my art.
3. The art world is a complete shit shoot.
As I was sifting through my old paintings I realized something. I used to paint for me, and then share it with the world; instead of painting for others and then sharing it with the world. I also didn't give a shit about what other people had to say about my artwork. Previous to my hiatus, I was putting a lot of stress on myself. I was trying to force myself to paint something each day, and each day I had to be the best. The goal was perfection, but I had forgotten that art cannot be perfect. Human beings cannot create perfect artwork because it is a reflection of ones self, and we as a species are far from perfect; therefore, it is impossible to strive for perfection.
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