As an artist, I have been through many stages of creating. I began drawing self
portraits with crayons when I was four, continued drawing always, have worked
with pastels, watercolor, pen and ink, collage art, the list goes on, and for the last
eight- ten I years focused mainly on photography. It has been an adventure and I
find myself wanting to try different things continually. Most recently in the last two
years I have been developing a body of work dealing with many textures and mixed
media. I could not have told anyone, before now, that I was going to be painting;
however, that was the most perfect way for me to channel my creativity and
expression at the moment.
Many people have asked me what I am thinking as I am creating and that is always
a complicated question to answer. For me, art has always come from my heart
and does not always make sense in my head. Most of the time it is a formulation
of energy from different thoughts, feelings, metaphors: all stemming from
observations of the human condition. For writers, who are also great artists, what
they get down on paper...well that creativity, that imagination, that story, comes
from ideas that only they can conceive, so it is thiers; however, by putting in down
on paper they share it with you. Sharing who we truly are from the heart, does not
come easy for so many people, so the lot of us that can give to you- in what you
read in a story or see in a painting, a picture, a drawing, a culmination of creativity,
etc., hopefully creates a more diverse sensitivity in your own heart and works
towards honing your mind to think more feely and openly.
In daily life, my head is going a million miles a minute and wound tight as drum.
There are so many thoughts, conceptions, ideas and expectations to conceive that
I cannot easily balance my head with my heart. Many people believe that thinking is
the highest function of all human beings and that the mind supersedes the heart...
but it is quite the contrary-
I read this somewhere-
The heart precedes the mind...Gazing at the sky on a bright starlit night, we are
overwhelmed with wonder at the seemingly limitless universe. Our finite minds
cannot envision its extent and complexity, much less the possibility of other
universes beyond. Likewise, our finite minds sometimes question why a loving God
seems to permit apparently God-loving and virtuous people to suffer tragedies
that occasionally befall them. But our hearts do not need logic. They can love and
forgive and accept that which our minds cannot understand. Hearts understand in a
way that minds cannot. Anonymous
My art is always a journey, an ever changing formulation of mind and being.
Whether I am painting, taking a picture, constructing an idea: I am always opening
my heart and listening to my creative voice. My images are a cause and effect
of my connectivity with the planet and sometimes not. ...I love the idea that I
do not have to be pigeonholed into only one medium and it does not always have to
work. The possibilities are endless and I am continually feeding off the our social
environment, the ego, even the voidness that comes out of being, or just being
still. . There are no boundaries when it comes to art and that is why I am driven and
focused on sharing my inner voice and continuing on this life long journey. |
