I think it happens very, very slowly—so gradually that we don’t notice it, until it seems dramatic. This applies to social and political change, as well as change for me as an artist.
Yesterday I looked at a new piece and thought my art has really changed a lot in the last six months. But when I looked back, I discovered subtle indications of those changes over the last two years—a bit more color, more overt patterns, and more contrast.
Then I began to wonder, how have I changed as a person?