My mother is odd. And a brilliant painter. And a genuinely nice person, much more so than I am, but mostly a terrifyingly brilliant painter.
She has started a blog about her creative process. Interspersed with poetry in trochaic tetrameter assembled from sentence fragments about exploding Tricky-Dip, there is art that makes me want to cut off my painting hand.
Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.
No comparisons, Morrie!
Your mother has her art and her ways, as do you.
You both have fans and people who love the images and words you create.
No comparisons at all.
Please do NOT cut off your painting hand. They're rather difficult to reattach.
Coming from you, I'm not sure if I should expect a perfectly normal lady or someone so odd that they border on genius, just through their oddity. =D
I kid. A little. However, considering that you hold her in such high regard, I can't see that I wouldn't, either, since you're definitely of the odd persuasion that I adore.
I find your art necessary. His Mind Raced is on the wall behind my computer monitor, because that's where it's supposed to be. That's where I've needed that work, and no other, to be for years.
My art is very different. Mom was incredibly disapointed that I didn't do fine art until I explained to her that my medium is electrons. And now I watch my daughter do art that is as different from mine and from Mom's as mine is from Mom's.
You have at least as much talent as your mother. Your expression of that talent is simply a reflection of who you are at this time in your life.
As you go through life, expect your art to change as you do. And we will enjoy watching it unfold with you.
You also are a fabulous artist.
Beyond that, your styles are so different, there's no point in comparing them. You both make great art.
(And http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=717, and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=768, and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=1194 (I can nearly feel their feathers!), and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=217, and http://www.redwombatstudio.com/wpg2?g2_itemId=1018, and...)
So you leave that painting hand of yours alone! Or we, your fans, will be forced to yelp at you! (Also, you need it for typing. Regency Ninja ain't gonna write itself.)
I'd Dremel in the morning
I'd Dremel in the evening
All over this land . . .
You follow your vision, she follows her. And you both do so quite brilliantly.
In any case I'd love to know all of you in person. Then there could be tea, and hilarious witticisms, and intricately tangled concepts that emerge as brilliant cohesive explosions.
Yeah. I said that.
You inherited it :)
Very cool.
(as well as your own wild and different spin on things!)
But not only is it a different muse, or gang of muses, it's a different depth of experience; if you must, if strange mean things with whips of fire compel you to it, make comparisons, compare her now to you in thirty years.
Her work is brilliant, but so is yours, just in different ways.
I think Cyrcuitus Roote would be a splendid name in the Steampunk genre.
Let your mother do her amazing things, and you do your amazing things. No comparisons necessary.