Along with line, color, shape, form, value, and space, texture is the look and "outer feeling" of an artwork's surface. It shifts moods, bends light, and cracks open bias.
Texture hints of tree bark, of braid, and of all things tactile. Letting life learn from art’s tongue, texture messes with your head in the best way possible. Like Dubuffet’s scribbles or Pollock’s drips, it makes you feel before you think. My art whispers: "If life’s gritty, why shouldn’t beauty be?"
Why? Because artists like Giacometti and Henry Moore knew: jagged edges tell better stories. So, I keep my stone rough. The textures aren’t accidents. They’re love letters to kinks, curls, and all things "unrefined."
So next time you see a "flaw" or a crack, a curl, a bump, please call to mind how artists like Wangechi Mutu and Jean Dubuffet built empires on "imperfections." Real beauty? It’s not a finish line. It’s the whole wild race.
Back in college, I noticed something. Nearly all students seemed to polished their sculptures to slick, shiny finishes. It made me wonder why does "perfection" always have to mean smooth? Even artists like Brancusi and Michelangelo left some works rough, celebrating stone’s natural grit.
Texture isn’t only how art feels. It’s how it speaks. Think of Anselm Kiefer’s cracked landscapes or Louise Bourgeois’s lumpy sculptures. They scream, "Life isn’t smooth, and that’s the point." My chisel marks? They’re shout outs to every coiled hair strand.