In the Studio
“Cut open to the Glory. The poignant insides that claim me. The loyalty that erupts. When she looks at me I want to be my best self.”
Sometimes words are told to convince me. They take shape and pierce through my assumptions. They prod my intellect. They mush my brain around. I can change because of them. I can be different than I am right now. A riverbed changes with the seasons as the water rushes and trickles. There is a rhythm to change. It happens all the time around us. But when you speak to me, the average amount of change amps up and you convince me of what I never thought possible.
I recently finished a piece called "To Prune + Build" and I have to say sometimes I really 'follow the muse'. This is a story where this happened almost every step of the way. I started out dark and with some movement in mind, and the process of building up form and then taking it away by rubbing paint off with an old rag, or just completely painting over it. I started playing with light and capturing some kind of flower bud shape. But then I played with the idea of a flat blue, coming up the the surface. Blocking...