One major thing I’ve had my teacher in art tell me this whole semester is, “Less is More.”  It kind of drives me nuts.  It’s actually a running joke among some of the students, and I’ve gotten around to doing joke predictions of what the teacher will say about whatever I’m working on.  And 90% of the time, I’m right.  She is always telling me to slow down.  “Not so much.  LESS. IS. MORE.”

I agree that I need to slow down.  It’s something I’ve worked on even as far as how I react to things in life.  How fast I talk, how when I’m really excited about something I talk fast and get loud (my sister does the same thing).  Even emotionally, I get worked up very quickly, soon I’ll be in a dither.  I learned in therapy how to slow down, bring focus back into my own body.  To breath and notice my breath and body.  To RELAX and just slow down.

This speed issue I have is obviously a problem that shows up in my art.  I go overboard, I go fast.  I am often done before anyone else (usually the case of any class, I’m one of those people who finishes the test before the rest of the class).  I just SPLAT, get my work out, feel it, do it, and bam, it’s done.

I know I need to slow down.  But the less is more thing can’t help but kind of bother me.  It almost…insults me.  And I don’t know why?

I am just not a minimal girl.  I like things over the top.  I like the ludacris and the beautiful that can be captured in the chaotic.  What’s wrong with a little hurricane every now and then?

Pfft, less is more my ass, teacher.

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