I was never really into abstract art. I didn't understand it, and I didn't make the effort to either. A few years ago I met Matt, who like myself is an artist but his art is primarily abstract. He took me to a few art shows in NYC. He took me to see pop art, abstract art, and to some galleries on Chelsea street. I tried. I still didn't get it.
Fast forward a few years and a mountain of personal things in my life and I looked back at my art. It looked so tedious to me. I was uninspired. I wanted to paint, but not paint "a thing". I didn't want to try to make it look like what it was..a tree, a mountain, etc.. I wanted to paint to get dirty, to get my emotions out. I wanted to paint for me. So I did and I still am. I don't know how to tell if it is good or not, but I feel the cycle or the steps happening that occur when I paint representational art. I work through frustration in the middle and I feel good at the end.
I think I am starting to understand abstract art a little bit.
Here is some of Matt's art... and then some of mine.