Painting has been about having a place for my emotions to land. For them to expand, contract, bleed, overlap...be seen...be named...just like the paint. I didn’t 100% understand what I was doing, what I was exploring...or even what my unconscious was trying to unravel and say. ✨But I knew it was important.✨I knew it was vital. I knew part of me was going to die if I didn’t do it. I knew it wasn’t just $4 generic acrylic paint from Hobby Lobby splashing around on a $7 canvas. It was about something much, much bigger. It was about organizing my inner world via swirling chaos...finding my voice amidst the wreckage of years of not honoring my emotions. Making something beautiful out of seemingly random colors and strokes...kind of like when you just throw what you have in the fridge together and somehow make a meal. Having the canvas as a mirror has been a deeper reflection of me than any photograph. None of it happened perfectly or with all the steps planned out. All of my art has been a lifelong storm within me that I finally let roll fully through the 3rd dimension for all the see...and that is how I welcomed peace into my heart. By letting the storm rage on. For every graceful stroke you see in my work, there is energy of a past struggle that propelled that grace forward.✨ And that makes the art more powerful.🦋 It is only through the darkness that the light can pierce through.
This video is a throwback from earlier this year, I am hoping to have more time to paint some new art after Thanksgiving😘 Love to you 💗
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Trying out some new painting techniques and adding in some new mediums. The more I work with this process the more I learn to control it. This organic pattern is due to a secret ingredient from screwfix. (That casual well known art store) The paint splits and forms delicate path ways over the lower layers. The results are beautiful 💙 the ocean is a galaxy.
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care?