It’s simple how much I have no rules with painting. I am often confronted about this by fans. I can’t say if it’s mostly positive or negative interactions. I’ve been at this for over 35 years now so my painting narrative changes and moves around. The only rule that stands as of late is red, blue and yellow paint. They speak through me. Art is my heart and as my heart grows so do it.
There is a time in my life where all I could see was where it’s gone and not where I was going. It wasn’t that I was blind so much. I was just so busy reliving those moments over and over and over again in my soul that I couldn’t , that I couldn’t even be in the present anymore. It was heartbreaking. I’m still not really sure how I kind of ricocheted out of all these things .
I swear to you, I know the reds, blues and yellows, they saved me. Made me whole again. The textures and the patterns in the patchworks moved the stars for me.
I love how this turned out. It just feels beautiful and powerful.
It’s been a long time of making but I feel complete with this one.
This life is kind of funny.
I’m in a constant pain in my back and neck. It has set with me for years now. Things lessen or dull it but. It hung stops it. So I have to focus to let my color pallet sing out of me. It’s coming.
I sit at my window and look into the stars. All the inspiration comes and I’m dragged to my feet with brush in hand. It is my night time dance for almost 40 years. Life is a record spinning round and round.
Thankfully I found a great artist years ago named Lora Zombie. She started as the fatalist of this painting. And like all my works it evolved.
Always thank your sources kiddos, it means more than you think that they know they are seen.