Pieces like the one I made last night really make me happy. Sometimes I start to feel a little down about my “technique” because I am really no-fuss and lack pretentious sensibilities like some artists. Even though I have no formal training, I think I can properly express emotions and some of the strange thoughts bouncing around in my head without having everything required to be a “masterpiece”.
I really like that my art is simple, yet expressive. It’s fun and colorful and also hints at my dark side.
I think so much gets lost in perfection, especially when it involves hours of drawing and erasing, drawing and erasing. There is no erasing with what I do. My art may be flawed and skewed, but like me there is still a bold and simple goodness underneath all the imperfections.