I found this little ink doodle in my sketchbook. I keep returning to these fishes because they are so simple, but have funny little expressions, and so I painted them. Yes, I am a Pisces, but really this is about style rather than zodiac. I sweat over beautifully crafted artwork, learn more and more software, admire artists who seem to have their “style” figured out. Often my artwork morphs when I’m really grooving on another artist’s perspective. An unintentional “sincerest form of flattery” thing takes over, and my work doesn’t look like my work anymore, but instead a shadow of someone else’s great art. I’d like to be refined, have every angle and line be beautifully perfected, but the truth is…that’s not me. I’m messy. The splash of watercolors, the shaky, loose lines…the imperfections…that is who I am (and yes, art imitates life.) And that’s ok. If I’m not too full of myself here…there is beauty in mess too.