Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.–Henry Ward Beecher
We all know the above quotation to be true. On some level we intuit it so. But it doesn’t really tell us a lot.
The problem being the words ‘own nature’.
Those words suggest something that should be easily penetrable. A thing that will reveal itself with ease following some gentle probing. Experience tells us otherwise.
Our own nature for a large part reside outside the walls of our own inner knowing. Somewhere in the plateaus and rough terrain of the subconscious.
And you don’t want to go there.
Just ask Freud.
Maybe it’s more accurate to state that paintings depict one aspect of the artist at a given place in their own personal history. To state more would be to take liberties.
Then again I might just change my opinion again tomorrow..which kinda proves the point.
Complex things – humans.