End of an Era ... Sort Of

As of tomorrow, my art will no longer be hung at the CoCA gallery or Freshy's Coffee. It's truly been a wonderful and surreal experience showcasing my work in these venues, and I am so grateful I that had those opportunities.

When it comes to trying to get your artwork hung in public places, I've found that it requires being super proactive and persistent. I've had so many cases where I contacted a venue several times (of course I would leave some breathing room in between messages because obviously I don't want to seem like a crazy person) and never heard back. But, it's one of those things where if you notice something isn't working out or going anywhere, you just have to move forward and look out for your next possible opportunity. 

I look forward to getting my art hung in more places hopefully soon! I will keep all you lovely artists and art lovers out there updated for the next time you can see my portraits on display. :)

Exhibition at the Center on Contemporary Art (CoCA)

Exhibition at the Center on Contemporary Art (CoCA)

Exhibition at Freshy's Coffee in West Seattle

Exhibition at Freshy's Coffee in West Seattle

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It's All in the Eyes

Originally posted on January 8, 2016.

Lately, I've noticed a pattern in my drawings (which I assume you've already noticed by now): I usually end up drawing close-up portraits of young women who are not smiling (and if they are smiling it's barely noticeable). They wear intense expressions especially around the eyes, which is the facial feature I focus on the most while I draw. Each time I come across this realization, I ask myself why it's true.

The only possible answer I can think of is this: I identify myself somehow with each of these women, in obvious and not so obvious ways. In obvious terms, I am a young female. When I dive deeper into analysis, I decide I am a vessel full of emotions, usually intense ones (both positive and negative). And, I have always believed that a person's eyes speak volumes including my own (I've been told time and time again that I have no capacity for a poker face and that therefore one can see what I'm feeling especially by looking at my eyes).

I guess, as it turns out, while I am drawing and wondering what the young women are possibly thinking, I am also reflecting on myself and what my own thoughts are. And, I guess that's part of being an artist: figuring out who you really are and how you relate to the world around you. This isn't to say I think this is the only purpose of being an artist as I believe other purposes include breaking the rules (like what society deems as "art"), sharing stories and, simply, expressing what you're feeling in the moment you're creating the art.

What are your thoughts? What do you think is the main purpose of making art? Do you believe there is only one major reason to be an artist?

Signing off,

Shirene