So today I stumbled across some photos of old artworks of mine from highschool. In 2000, I went back to school after years of being homeschooled due to health problems. The problem was that I was far behind everyone in every class except I discovered that I excelled at one class... art. The teacher was incredibly encouraging of my work and I discovered a sense of purpose that I had not had for many years.
Anyway, here's my portfolio from my first year back at highshool. I was 15-16 during the time I made these artworks and still sick quite a lot. Still, I very intensely remember the excitement and unexpected confidence that I felt when making these.
These were the first charcoal drawings and acrylic paintings I did when I was taught the tricks of observational art at the start of the year. I caught on right away and it no longer seemed like magic to draw and paint things that looked like things. It was purely a sort of... science I suppose. I got a bit bored and impatient doing the observational stuff, I must admit, so cut a lot of corners and already was painting in "unreal" sorts of colours and bolder brushstrokes, I fell in love with the visible brushstroke from the very start.
These next paintings were the first I ever did in oil and I was looking at the impressionist art movement at the time. I remember getting excited by seeing just how quickly I could do these paintings... I still get kicks our of painting as past as I can, there's something really pleasing about not fussing over details and perfection.
Now these were where the real fun started and were probably the first hints of where my art was going to head in the future. I was looking at expressionism, the fauvists and pop art. I was falling in love with bolder bruskstrokes, cartoony style, more raw and expressive stuff. Yeah.
Then I studied abstract art (you can see a couple of small replicas of a famous abstract artist whose name escapes me) I fell in love with making textures but mostly found that abstraction wasn't really my thing and still retained something of the figuritive in my artwork.
Though I can now see how very "highschool art student" these works were, I was so proud of my art back then... I wonder if it is possible for me to regain that pride I once felt in my work? I really bloody hope so.