Ineffable
Before It Dries
Exploring messiness by posting this before the paint dries.
Why I Make Art Now
Here’s what I believe:
Unconditional love for yourself and others is the path of human evolution.
Deep down, I love you no matter what. My messy art helps me love myself, too. It’s scary to show so much of myself in the work. but maybe the rawness will entice others to love themselves as they are.
Here’s why it matters:
It’s all fine to smack down happy daisies, I get that, but love is real. When I was young, my father ended his life. That did not have to happen. When you have the guts to stand up for love you are the change we need.
Stand for love.
What If the Mess Is the Art?
Below are three images of a single painting at different stages of its development.
The painting begins with a free emotional expression.
A concept emerges and adds meaning to the expression.
The final painting is a stylized version of the concept.
But why do I paint over my messes? What if the mess is the art?
Gateway 2
Second painting of an emerging triptych.
Gateway 2. Acrylic on wood panel. 12” square.
Finding Gateway (Destroyed)
Gateway. Acrylic on wood panel. 12” square. This piece is both masculine and feminine. The brush strokes are free, and the shapes are solid, almost sculptural. Ten layers of paint add texture, complexity, and emotion.
DESTROYED.
The Most Honest Painting I've Made In Three Years
I went in loose, got tight in the middle, then let go in the end. Result: The most honest painting I’ve made in three years.
“Bloom.” Acrylic on wood panel. 12” square.
Feels Good!
Last week, a Common Grackle dropped into my bath through a hole in the ceiling. For 20 minutes my house felt like this painting. Then he flew out the open door, full of joy and vigor.
“Black Bird.“ Acrylic on wood panel. 12” square. First piece from the wild side.
I Paint Like A Girl
I’m struggling with my art. Over the past half year, I’ve tried to combine hard-edge and expressionist marks. I love the work, but it feels split.
My focus now is on the experience of painting. Entering the unknown. Sensing my way through. Relating to the work rather than controlling or conquering it.
Call it right-brain, intuitive, or process painting; it all means the same thing. I’m going to paint from the divine feminine. From curiosity, sensation, and wonder. Whole-bodied and heart-centered from my genderless soul. Let’s watch together and see what emerges from the mighty feminine within.