Just wondering if I'm alone here.
I've been in a block for a good while now, wasting a lot of paper and materials. All my attempts have been at what I'd call 'cheerful' or 'happy' art. Lots of bright colors, movement, stuff people generally like. Of course, none of it's worked for me.
Becoming distraught over my inability to create art, I visited my local art museum for inspiration. While browsing, I found a lot of nice pictures, all very pretty, all showing the talent of the artists, but none spoke to me or made me feel any kind of emotion. All of it just felt empty.
A biography on Andy Warhol was playing, so I decided to sit and watch. The works of his they showed brought the same feeling as before, leaving me frustrated.
But then, they got into his 'darker' works.
Images of a woman committing suicide, gruesome car wrecks, the face of a grieving wife at her husband funeral. As I watched, it literally brought me to tears. I can't describe what I felt, but it was so intense that it made me realize:
I only understand art about suffering and pain.
This also makes things a bit difficult for me, as an artist, since I am best at portraiture. Also, I don't have much experience in color...
Anyways, am I alone in this? Is this normal? I'd hate to become one of the stereotypical 'dark, morbid artists,' but I'm afraid it might be all I know.
I imagine I could have been more to the point, and I apologize if you felt reading this was tedious.