There are no rules in art.

Pieces of fall was created from trash and other items I had lying around my backyard. The wood was from a painting gone wrong that ended up alongside the fence, rotting all summer long, the tiles where broken tiles I had been saving for some reason. The bottom section was from potted plant that died a few years ago.
I was struggling with this one. My wife said she loved it. I changed it a bit and she said she liked it better before I made the changes. With my already fragile state with this piece I just ended up throwing it in the trash.
There it sat for about an hour when I was reminded by my wife that there are no rules in art. With those words I realized that I had always believed that, but instead of following my own advice I somehow create rules that I was following.
Rules make art less free and more constraining. There are very few things that I hate, in fact I often never use the word “hate” it’s such a strong and powerful word that I don’t truly believe it has any place in my life. Being constrained with my art is one thing that I can honestly say that I truly hate.

There are truly no rules in art save for those that we put in place.

Pieces of fall was created from trash for a local “Fall” Themed art show. I don’t normally participate in themed style shows, however I love fall.