Painting As Prayer ~
Through ordinary experiences, we know extraordinary things. Because I sense God in beautiful and mysterious ways, I paint composites of aliveness fusing what is, has been, or could be into one “painting experience.”
Seeing and transcending relationships in time and space. Learning to sit with what is, appreciate what was, and anticipate what could be. Responding with mixed media.
Building texture, pushing color, scratching paint away - brings a rich surface to life. Frenzy juxtaposed next to serenity. Textures hidden under layers are palpable. Bold drips remind us this is just paint. Fragments of imagery coming into and out of being allude to life’s dynamic cycles
This “painting experience” is not about getting to the end, but rather receiving new beginnings. An openness invites us to linger, gaze, and consider, giving life to a beauty and mystery all its own.
My Lover speaks, "Arise my Darling, my beautiful one, and come away with me."
No matter where you're raised, we're imbued with imagination and desire to create. 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. Remembering the feeling of scratching a pin into wooden windowsills. The cosmic call to live creatively is as unique as each fingerprint.
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.
Life as expected. Then it changed. Not an ending, but a new beginning.
And daily asking myself, ""Why am I painting?" "What am I painting?" "How am I painting?" and "Who is the artist?"