You know that this sewing stuff I make and show to you here is all relatively new for me. It comes from a deep and abiding joy. It is a new project–a new brand. But it isn’t the whole me. I will sometimes share a tiny bit of my other work. It might not appeal to you and that is OK. We are each our own morass of impulses, urges, and complexities. They don’t all overlap. But they define us.
I am an abstract painter and have been making large, abstract work since I was twelve. 28 years later, I still am. I took a little break. But here I am again. I am finding myself and picking up the threads.
Here is today:
|Uttanasana III (in process)– 30″ x 44″ – February 2013 (Ink and acrylic on paper)|
When I paint, I become clear to myself. Clear as in transparent.
And all of that is clear as I paint. And I can’t not-see it. And that is why I have to paint, because the truth is right there if I reach out and grab it, if I not-block it. If I not-hide from it. If I not-run. If I reach out my brush and touch it, ever so lightly. I don’t need to hold onto it, just let it wash over. And let it go. Because seeing is why we are here.
February 15, 2013