It doesn't seem that long ago when I felt somewhat adrift in my little art world.
I knew I wanted to fill my days creating stuff, expressing how I see and feel about the world through painting and illustration, but I didn't have any specific goals as such.
That is, until the new year rolled around. In January 2017 I decided to study more about expressionism, practice daily and build my creative confidence to the point I would be painting larger scale works by the end of the year and possibly sell enough pieces of work to fund a new garden art studio.
When I set this goal, I never imagined that I would achieve it by the end of the year, but I'm thrilled to tell you that I am currently writing this to you from my new art studio!
Welcome to Art by Flynn's new home!
It feels awesome to have a permanent professional space that I don't have to pack away when we have guests stay over!
How I arrived here, wasn't quite as I'd planned, but I'd like to share a little of the story with you as it answers a question I posed a few months ago.
Back in August, I wrote a blog asking "When will I feel like an artist?" Some would say that merely declaring myself an artist should be enough: if I create art, then I'm an artist, but it didn't feel that simple for me.
Since I quit screenwriting, it's been hard making the transition from writer to artist and I was beginning to worry that I'd never make the full transition; that in my heart I'll always be a failed screenwriter pretending to be an artist.
However, it all changed with the sale of this painting:
Not only is this my largest painting to date (30x40 inches), it's also my most expressive in terms of process.
The canvas began life as my screenwriting notice board, a space I'd pin sticky notes and worksheets when plotting a script. I'd also pasted a bunch of my favourite script pages all over the canvas for inspiration.
Mid way through this year I couldn't hold back the urge to paint something big any longer and the only canvas I had to hand was this one.
I covered the canvas with thick acrylic paint, but the pasted script pages kept bubbling and refused to die!
So, I grabbed a sheet of cotton from my studio desk that's covered in ink blotches and smears and wrapped it around the canvas creating a lovely new painting surface.
The finished painting was displayed in my favourite local coffee shop where a customer saw it, wanted it and bought it!
Something very powerful happened with this sale.
As the canvas started life as something practical and became a piece of art that stirred a deep emotion in a stranger, I became an artist.
The sale gave me confidence in my process and ability; it affirmed my instinct to create larger scale works; to begin to trust myself; to have the courage to invest in my art; to give myself permission to try no matter what the outcome.