Being a self taught artist,( 14 years )with no schooling but always wanted to learn something and not affording to go to school I started out drawing stick people as a child , in Philadelphia
My mom was a self taught artist and a very good one but never took her talent anywhere I guess I have found my talent and skills and with her with years of practice .. still learning hopping to get better but I find handicaps with age is now catching up with my hands.. I see the moments with my mind as my passion forThe definitions of and artist Staring at the abyss ........ The stains, of painting a future with Passions, of being an artist, with the little notation of a little, comment that beautifies the moments of creating a master piece, which brings to life the visions, of the painters brush, the self-madness for the time well spent, captures the mind and holds it for ransom, and values the intentions, of intent . Beauty that commands respect and thirsts for the opinions of the un skill talents of the uncommon spectator. The reasons for existing in these moments of glory, where passion and selfishness that cleanses your visions of so call fantasy and bonds your body heart and soul with a peace of mind , with the factors of perfecting your talents and brings you to the place, full of temptations ,where doubting ones self-achievements burns the hole, in your very soul. The uncertainly of personal desirers that lifelong ambitions have now mended together... commanding the respect of, every stroke, stain ,blemish, blend together and that has values in its self as a painting , as the painters creation is stealing the moments of your time .... The justification for living in the moment. ........
.How else can you explain the passions of being an artist painter, that gently blows the mind of others, with the beauty of self-awareness, allowing the shadows of light and darkness expressing in every stroke of a paint brush the self-pity’s that commands your intentions as the spectator ........ like an unforeseen magic trick of wonders of what the artist was thinking. The blank canvas starving for a reason to exist as the painters adds the colors of paint and changes the visions and exploitations of a picture that himself or her is imagining,
This is planted in his or hers mind is now part of , the beginnings of creating and bringing to life a master piece already painted but has no form, but is an unseen imagination of an idea, a place where matter is without reasonable meaning or form but doesn’t exist without a purpose of the vision.
What school teaches that course , the class of self-vision, the passions of creating nothing from nothing, the qualifications That labels you an artist is now the opinions of your customer .The un skill talents and visions of the uncommon spectators, that qualifies a perfect stranger to praise the values of your talents, and the skills that you master is now being judges for its glorifying beauty . The perfection of purpose and form . . . the reasons to exist ....
The cost that adds value to self-esteem, and fuels one’s ego... How much more of this master piece of words needed to be read, putting the words of colors and painting on my canvas of one’s life story..... hiding in the shadows of a system. With the fears of the unknown that handicaps my abilities to function with in the light of society....... restricted by my fears of not succeeding and damage by the health issues That control a major part of my life.
I dream of being successful but my ambitions for succeeding but lacked the courage needed. The dreamer of hopes without a foundation to stand on, like. The smoke of a fire without a wind.
Painting as a hobby....... give's me moments of solitude when there are no non stressful moments and I find that pace of mind to do so, when the music takes me on a journey to the place where I enter a zone of peacefulness as I begin to throw paint on a blank canvas and look into the abyss of colors and find the beginnings of a new master piece ready for me to bring it to life.... where truth in meaning finds imagination an adventure of a passion leading me into a journey of what could be a beautiful moment, the mind with some unknown wisdom..... as the creator leads my hand and grants me his will, the power of creation to bring to life ....a beautiful work of art.... a master piece of a place in a time that never was, A moment of intent. The beautiful reasons of selfish moments of being an artist from a canvas of darkness.... the fantasy's full of reasons. with passion to create...the next painting.....staving for comments of self-worth......personal value with just a little dignity with a reason to continue painting
As for now i see the difference in my work. But that's a story to tell at another time
Right now, I paint for the moments and hope you find the passion I find in creating these paintings I do....Some day I am hopping to open up my own Art gallery( DEFIANT ART WORKS ) and sale my work .A LONG WITH OTHER STARVING ARTIST …other then that I hope you find what your looking for in this gallery maybe a moment that sweeps your mind away...….and takes you on an adventure.... a journey or a moment of intent . My portfolio its pretty good.... But...….needs some popcorn. ....have a great day...…and thank you for taking the time to notice the work of this unknown artist.....
If you like what you see please contact me . [email protected] Thomas Clover joined Fine Art America on January 10th, 2009.
