This October has been a month of research. Research into my future. I have found in my travels, that the dream which consumed my thought, the dream of a home, the white picket fence, the garden, a yard for the dog, a barn for the bikes, a studio to paint, the whole nine yards was just a shell of a dream. it wasn't complete. It was missing a crucial element. It was missing focus. Through varies conversations and much reading i have come to the conclusion that in order to move forward i must first move forward with my paintings. I must first paint. and i must find purpose in it. I need to realize the reason, why do i do it? what does it mean to me? .....These are big questions.
I know that when i paint, i am remembering places, smells, images of the world gone by thru the windows of a car. Stopping, exploring, filling up with senses to bring home and unconsciously remember thru paint. The process allows for magic to happen as the unknown becomes known. The abstract becomes a clear memory. The spirit of the moment is captured by the sheer essence of brushstroke and chaos of color.
And now the really scarey part, i need to step out my studio, with my works of art, and i need to share them. I am going to expose myself through my paintings and in the process i am hopefully going to move forward into the future of my dreams.
I know that when i paint, i am remembering places, smells, images of the world gone by thru the windows of a car. Stopping, exploring, filling up with senses to bring home and unconsciously remember thru paint. The process allows for magic to happen as the unknown becomes known. The abstract becomes a clear memory. The spirit of the moment is captured by the sheer essence of brushstroke and chaos of color.
And now the really scarey part, i need to step out my studio, with my works of art, and i need to share them. I am going to expose myself through my paintings and in the process i am hopefully going to move forward into the future of my dreams.