A gateway to contemplation on cosmic beauty and mystery.
For me, painting is prayer
The open space of the canvas calls. I respond with expressive paint ~ personal marks and gestures, building texture, pushing color, scratching away. And resting: staying with “what is” while noticing how passages share space, and surrendering thoughts of how the painting “should be”. Lyrical abstraction with juxtaposed elements and fragments of flora coming into and out of being generates history and possibility. A dynamic and rich composite of aliveness fuses now, memory, and hope into one “painting experience.”
This “painting experience” is not an ending, but a new beginning giving life to beauty and mystery all its own - an energetic image existing beyond ideation and flows among art, artist, and viewer ~
I invite you into the experience.
"Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one." Song of Solomon 2:10
I grew up in Washington, a small town on the banks of the Pamlico River in Eastern North Carolina. Camellias blooming in winter. Intricate patterns naturally etched onto Cypress balls falling along the river shore. The feel of a pin scratched into wooden windowsills. My first memories. No matter where you're raised, we're imbued with imagination and desire to create. This cosmic call to live creatively is as unique as our fingerprints.
My mother fanned this flame giving me an art box filled with colorful paint. My father suggested pursuing art in college. They honored this calling before I, fearful of my belief an arts education meant abandoning “my voice.”
Life as expected. Then it changed. Not an ending, but a new beginning.
Daily I ask myself, "Who is the artist?