Part of the reason I have to work to find a style is that my actual style is batshit crazy. Not in terms of content or theme but in terms of time required and visual acuity necessary in the viewer. I have resorted to Harrison-Bergeron-style restrictions on myself when I am working: I work in light that is too low for me to see the amount of detail I would otherwise see/produce and I often limit the materials I’ll allow myself to work with to fat points and large brushes. I am experimenting (read as: forcing myself to use) things like charcoal and big graphite pencils in my offline work. Somehow it’s easier for me to manage digital painting without going crazy detailed, maybe because it’s a new enough medium for me (that and the Wacom is just not as supportive a tool for it.)
Anyway, I started doodling the other night and wound up back in crazyland. And then last night I allowed myself the .005 Micron again. Here’s the work in progress. I like it, but my arm and back don’t. Ah well.
My brain’s excuse for this is that I’m trying out working with tracing paper for the first time, so I can work in literal layers of paper. I like this new way a lot. I’ve failed to finish I don’t know how many things simply because I’m afraid to wreck what I’ve already gotten done. I am aware that this is a paradoxical reaction, but it seems common enough in other artists that I routinely see exhortations to let go of that attachment to work produced. As much as I’ve told myself this, it hasn’t worked, so maybe the tracing paper route will.
Do click to see the big version, if only to make me feel better about myself.