Does art have to be pretty? Can the grotesque become beautiful if made into art?
A significant part of most artists is an insuppressible urge to speak through their art. Sometimes what needs to be said isn’t attractive to everyone; it may even be repulsive. If it gives someone, somewhere, pause for reflection- that is a very real measure with which to weigh the value of an art piece. Look beyond the aesthetic.
I often have the urge to express my feelings about the human condition, society, relationships, people in general. People are bizarre creatures. I get angry at times, disgusted, sorrowful, enlightened, awed, amazed, humbled. I’m not very political; I come more from a spiritual point of view. This side of my work often gets raised eyebrows and “I don’t get it”s or “oh, you’re one of those artists…” I personally don’t feel that any of my work has ever been offensive, nor is it meant to be. It is always merely a commentary. The beauty of it may depend on the viewpoint of the individual.
I used to be afraid of negative opinion/judgement/rejection when it comes to my art making. The freedom to follow passions and fascinations where they lead is very liberating, and I am finding that as off-the-wall or strange or unattractive as art can be, someone, somewhere, will get it. That’s when art really comes to life.