Slowly but surely.

 

How often do you quote your parents in what they have said to you over the years, once, twice, more than that? I don’t quote my parents very often, but there are always certain things that both my mother and father have said to me over the years that have stuck with me throughout my lifetime. The title of this blog post is one such quote: “Slowly but surely”. This is something that I remember my mother always saying to me growing up, and she said it with conviction and hope. It is a quote that has stuck with me throughout the years because it has given me hope, and taught me to be patient. Things will come my way, but they won’t always come as quick as I would like, but surely, they will be mine one day.

With this in mind, I wake up every day with hope, despite my trials, doubt and setbacks. In my very young art career where doubt faces me every day, with the prospect of failed attempts at reaching audiences, the constant fight between traditional art and modern ways of expressionism and cybercrime, where your artwork can be easily stolen and manipulated, I still persevere saying: slowly but surely. With my many attempts at becoming a revered visual communicator I have made some wonderful connections and have subsequently been published a number of times. One such publication is through the Athens Messenger’s Artist Studio section. View here. This publication explored the type of art I create, the inspiration behind most of my art and my experience as an local artist in Athens, Oh. The publication landed me a number of commissions throughout Athens where I created some wonderful artwork for a few personal collectors.

Being a traditional artist is a struggle in this digital age and in the age of modern means of creating art, like graphic design, which reigns king. My goal however is to be a traditional artist who brings back to the forefront the joy of traditional painting, like the old masters of classical art did. As I grow as a visual communicator I will continue to remember the words of my mother: “slowly but surely”, and one day surely all my goals will materialize how I’ve always imagined them.

 

On the easel today.

Today, I will be continuing work on my newest painting. If you read my post “The great game” you will see that this painting is from that sketch. I decided to create this painting because of the meaning of the composition. I believe that everyone can relate to this piece one way or another. Some elements are going to be changed. I always leave the window open for new fresh ideas to flow, but the initial idea will stay the same. I’m excited about it. Keep up with my blog, more art to come in 2016.

The great game of life.

Life is like a game of chess sometimes, and we are only pieces being controlled by an unseen hand; a hand that we all know is there, but still question it presence. Some say time governs all things, while some believe in something more personable…someone. God. Either way, this world and the happenings therein is all controlled chaos, and wonderful at that. There is some level of solace in the thought that there is something greater in this life, but a slight ere of trepidation not knowing for sure what really controls things.

Being mere movable pieces in this great game, we all play a game of hide and seek. One day we are the seekers, curious, full of wants and needs, hopes and dreams; looking for something to believe in, someone to comfort our wondering minds. Another day, we are the ones hiding. We hide things about ourselves that trouble us; things that we wish to conceal and have only our soul to be privy to.

All we have is time in this great game. Time can change all things- time can heal. In time we stop searching and even hiding. Then and only then we become the ones controlling the game we had been only movable pieces in.