I have never hated painting more than I do right now.
Well actually I never hate painting. I just really hate all the quantifying qualifying , moralizing that goes on over painting. I guess it should be a blast , that is, getting adverse reactions to paintings of nude women. The biggest challenge in painting is people. Portraits are always hard, especially when dealing with the vanity of the subject. Beyond that you have to deal with skin tones and facial expression. It's much easier to paint someone exceedingly attractive than it is to render someone average , mundane or bland. Usually really good looking people have landmarks like great bone structure or very unique eyes or lips. If you do a painting of a beauty then people tend to like the subject and hence they like the painting. When it comes to the nude, it is much more critical. I believe that our survival of the fittest instincts, lead us to the ability to see defects in the human form. Would you procreate with that being, would you let your offspring procreate with that being. I mean a landscape is a landscape is a landscape. An abstract , while it may not be your cup of tea is not flawed in draftsmanship skills.
I tear through paintings, one right after the other. I do not edit myself. I go from the non objective to the figurative. I am a true artist in the painter sense. I paint because I love it. Not for fame or fortune (what fame or fortune btw) just for the true transcendental experience, the endorphine release ,the o.b.e.
I paint outdoors because you can not beat the light no way, no how.
I am just a painter, I have no nutrtional value and I do not share the belief systems of just about everyone. Enough exposure to me will surely leave you insulted at some pont. In modern lingo slang I am a "dick". The only thing I give a fucking rats ass about is painting, specifically my paintings. no not your cousin Jimmy's crappy watercolors of sunflowers.