I enjoy making improv music and wouldn’t call myself a “musician.” As I observe what makes a song great – variations coming back to a chorus – I get it.
Painting is similar. Variations can come in texture, line, color, or shape… something within it holds the creation together. Some pieces have no repeats, no reflections, no rhythm.
As there are many types of music, there’s many types of paintings. Quiet paintings with a limited pallette. Vibrant energetic paintings with bold colors and lively lines equate to jazz for me. (This is the type I often like to create).
It can be symphony or rock n’ roll.
Or quiet like the sound of rain.
Or screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
Since art is subjective and there is no “right” or “wrong,” I like it when a piece of art feels lyrical. Like a dance.
I’m drawn to the beauty of lines, especially ones that curl and wrap and circle.
Life is like that.