The intimacy of art and writing

balancing paintings is, I would say, something that artists of all walks can identify with. the urge to express and the feverish anxiety of forgetting an idea can be torture. nonetheless, as you hop from one piece to the next, like a frazzled leaping gnome, ideas begin to warp and a painting that started as a flower completes as something more. skies change, shapes reshape and coffee begins to stale but art remains as it always has; a vessel and invitation of expression. 

(the books shown on the side are my photography books, published a while back and filled with many photos that I have taken and use as both inspiration and reference for some paintings.)

Perhaps the reason that an artist may be shy to show their work is similar to the reasoning behind a writer's anxiety in sharing their words. Is not writing and painting like pages in a diary? I would say that a kind of portrait begins to form. Sometimes.Variety is the spice of the world. I express not to be agreed with but for my own release. Putting it out there is part of the process, though it has not always been this way. I can recall writing many pages of private poems and other things, at one point and not feeling comfortable with anyone reading them. There is always that chance that your intention is misconstrued. But to hold back in writing or in art makes the act of creating seem meaningless. The way that one paints or writes should be selfish, as a person can only really speak for oneself.