During the helpful (albeit frustrating) conversations with my professor and mentor, I often ended with "I dunno why I chose this color or this shape, it just felt right for the painting." Or, "the painting told me to do it." It kind of opened a can of worms for me.
Now that I have graduated and moved to a much larger and busier city, I can feel my intentions changing. When I'm not working or writing reviews, I find myself missing my home: the mountains. (Okay, I'm a baby. I'm four hours away from home, but still. I miss it.) I'm not so interested in evoking the sensation of musical sounds--in compartmentalizing my paintings into line, shape, color, the end-- but remembering where I'm from, and "visiting" those places in my sketches. I am not comparing myself to Gorky (who can, really?), but I remember reading about how he left Armenia, his family, everything really. I've been looking at his Garden in Sochi series, how they were evoked by memories of a land that he certainly missed.
I think that I can make my work more personal and more meaningful by adding this element of remembering, recreating, and revisiting places I cannot be. There's also an element of "disappearing nature" that I want to get into. My collages/photomontages are beginning to aim themselves toward that point.
It's a work in progress.