How My Art Changed As I Grew
For a long time, I thought every artist needed a specific inspiration — someone they look up to and think, “I want to create like them.”
But over time, I realized my mind doesn’t work that way.
Before college, I loved realism. I even had an artist in mind whose work I admired deeply. But slowly things started changing. My interests shifted. I became curious about conceptual art, ideas, and meanings behind artworks. And later, something else started exciting me even more , experimentation.
Now I find myself drawn to different materials, textures, and natural pigments. I enjoy the process of discovering what happens when materials interact. Sometimes the outcome is unexpected, and that’s the most beautiful part.
The truth is, I don’t have one particular artist I want to be like.
When I see good artwork, I admire it. I get inspired by it. But my mind doesn’t stay with one person. Instead, it keeps exploring different possibilities.
I realized that maybe my inspiration isn’t a person at all.
Maybe it is the process.
The feeling of trying something new.
The curiosity of experimenting with materials.
The emotions that slowly appear in the artwork while creating.
For me, art is less about following a path someone else created, and more about discovering my own path through exploration.
And maybe that is its own kind of inspiration.
Do you feel inspired by a particular artist, or is your inspiration something else entirely?

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