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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

Morning sun