I’ve met several artists who loved my works and asked me to exhibit my work in their art galleries. I was actually puzzled; some of these works I have done were greatly out of my style, and I didn’t really like these previous works. But the artists insisted that it would look well in their gallery
Before the day of the exhibit, I was asked to view their arrangement of artworks that I’ve made. It was only a small event, and a small room featuring some of my works. It felt different when I looked at my works at the house, leaning against a wall, and staring at them, well-presented and arranged.
It occurred to me that I underestimated myself. I did like these artworks after all.
I walked up to one of the painting and asked myself what was my inspiration for the art I had made. Then I remembered feeling incomplete about not finishing the painting. Then I realised the incompleteness of the painting became its theme.
I gladly walked up to another artwork of splotched paint on the canvas. It felt really nice to look at it differently than the way I looked at it in the past. Before I almost forgot about it, I remembered looking at it and intending to throw it away because it looked like garbage then. But now, it looks lovely and joyful to me.
Somehow, the factors that had me dislike some of these artworks were my consideration for public acceptance, especially with the incomplete painting, and my expectation to churn out a great work of art from myself.
Maybe I just needed a break from seeing these artworks. Or maybe I just had to be appreciative of my own products. But in any case, they looked so refreshing and different, and how art, as I like it, should be.