Visual art is obviously a form of communication.
Visual art for some, yours truly, it is a way of expressing spontaneous thoughts that flicker through the theater of the mind. Not possessing particularly great writing skills this artist has always gravitated to the visual. Whether pen pencil or crayon no blank surface was safe. Full of images of painted pictures were history books. Paintings by Stuart, Whistler, Degas, Millet, Goya, and David were not uncommon. Both the pictorial and written history were equally embedded. First exposures to painted works were in history class. Art would be a refuge within school.
Intermediate school opened the eyes to artwork of all kinds. Supplies for art included wet clay, modeling clay, tempera paints, and paper mache. Charcoal, chalk pastels, pen and ink and watercolors for drawing and painting. In those days Pablo Picasso was recently deceased. So impactful was his art. Surprised if we knew he had died.. Ms. Valenzuela was very enthusiastic about Marc Chagall, Henri Matisse and Picasso. Marc Chagall’s blue horse made a lasting impression. This would be the first introduction to modern art. Etched in my vision is the ultramarine blue of the paper mache mask I made.
It is said that some have a sweet tooth. Probably then some must have a color eye. Color can occupy all of my attention just like a lucid dream, or a hallucination. Color can be the equivalent of a voice in the head. May very well have been that color and or art has always been a learning disorder for myself. As a kid if I was not falling asleep in class from allergy meds, then surely I was swept away by daydreams that were stimulated by the mere proximity of a window. Blue skies. a rolling cloud, a swaying treetop and all focus went out the window. When reading a book I could go through chapters before realizing that I did not listen to what I read in my head.