Article originally appeared in Pyragraph
My 8 year old daughter asked me if I can paint anything other than stripes… and she has a good point. Brilliant minds that I respect in the art world have asked me the same thing. Yesterday, over breakfast, my family had a sketchbook out on the table and I drew a bagel. I exclaimed, “There! See, I can draw something!” We had a good laugh about it, but as the years go on, I continue to receive the same comments from friends and colleagues.
In order for an artist to make it to the 20 year mark, that person has got to have chutzpah, or a big ego, or both. It would otherwise be impossible to work tirelessly towards an obscure goal, against the interest of our mainstream culture, and against the interest of having a comfortable lifestyle. Continue reading “Dad, Why Do You Paint Stripes?”