How might I express to you,
my beautiful soul,
What it is I wish
for you to understand?
Not that the information is being given or transmitted but,
Activated from within,
switched on.
Something that is outside of my desires
A painting that opens the door to a memory
Shapes of colour that that act as a flint
So that some part within you, like steel
Is struck
And when these two parts find each other
A spark is created
the creation of life is found
within the painting
Within you
Within the interaction
So as you approach the painting
Lay your eyes lazily upon the surface
Turn away
And with haste,
step away
intent on a destination
And during the third or fourth stride
Spin quickly on your heels
What grabs you?
Do you feel tethered to the image?
Bound?
Pull at the string attached
From you to the painting
So how did it happen?
How could this paint covered canvas
bring you to a place
Whether you recognize it or not
That feels like home
That makes you feel safe
How may I explain to you the steps made with paint
The decisions I take
In order to activate
That place
And feeling
Welling up within?
I’m absolutely floored on the complexity of mark making that is possible.
The seemingly infinite amount of strokes that I have made(and will continue to make)
Falling in and out of the fads of my youth
Pliable
And over time Aging like liquorice in a bag left open
Becoming rigid
Slowly beginning to break apart until,
The present moment,
in the midst of letting it all go
Neither here or there
And at the same time
holding on for dear life
In all seriousness
the effort in painting for me lies in feeling authentically, being open, to what is in front of me
simplifying the visual language so that you may have the opportunity at finding a connection to the work
and in turn to me
This explains that in the distant horizon exists
A part of me that
Finds a connection in you
I can understand that you may have been feeling lost as of late, alone
Maybe not understood?
Betrayed or
Even afraid
What lengths will we go to in finding a safe connection?
Where we can open ourselves up enough in order to receive it
Some of us need to be in a drunken stupor
High af
Typing furiously away online
Some of us look to social media
Others put paint to panel
Are you listening my sweet soul
whatever it is
Unfurl
Open up
Like a flower to the