Inside The Mind Of An Artist

Being an artist, we view the world a little differently than others. We dream, we create, and the world is our inspiration.

I’m not really sure how to explain just exactly how our minds work; its complicated but there is just something so freeing that exists within art. It’s the ability to create anything and use the world as your canvas, never really seeing anything how it really is. An artist can look at a building and see a million different possibilities of how to make art out of this one structure. In fact, whenever I even look at the sky, I think of the colors I would have to mix to get that shade of blue. Actually, it’s basically whenever I look at anything. There’s just something about deciding if you want to mix ultramarine blue or cerulean blue with cadmium red to get that perfect shade of purple, or if you need to use your soft or medium charcoal to get the shading on your drawing right.

I guess you wouldn’t really understand until your up until 3am smudging graphite all over a piece of Strathmore sketch drawing paper or trying to paint with your limited palette.

You wouldn't understand until art stores become your weakness and you'll buy everything in them, but the thought of running out of paint makes you want to cringe because of the expense.

You wouldn't understand until you wake up on Sunday mornings and paint the face of every boy you’ve ever loved.

When you find comfort in sitting on the floor surrounded by graphite pencils and covered in charcoal or when it seems as if acrylic paint has become your nail polish and red solo cups are used for paint water instead of alcohol, then maybe you'll start to understand what's inside the mind of an artist.

Art is just what defines me and maybe no one will ever grasp why, but it's my therapy, it's my drug, it's what I turn to. Every thought in my head is expressed through the stroke of a brush on a canvas.

It’s not easy to explain the mind of an artist, but just know this: we are constantly thinking and admiring everything around us because we never know what our next inspiration will be. We are always creating and our lives are as messy as our palettes.

~Art speaks where words are unable to explain.~