Everyone has their own recording of their own story deep deep inside. I don’t see it in a chronological way. I see it as facets that sparkle, ever changing and moving like wind chimes in the wind. Sometimes a storm, when things are really changing in a life. Sometimes a medium breeze, when life is just chugging along. Sometimes, like in the twilight of a lifetime, the breeze slows down and there is only an occasional clang of the wind chimes.
I vacillate between wanting to communicate to the masses and wanting to be authentic and just do what I see, not worrying about the communicating part. There is a fine line between the two, and that is where I've decided to put my energy these days. I stand up close to the canvas, being as free and authentic as my mind lets me, then I walk backwards and look at the painting, imagining how others would see it, or how it communicates something. Actual proximity to the image being created is as powerful as fluctuations in mindset.
That moment in time where we decide to really go for it, and live life to the fullest. It’s the moment that we accept that we have flaws, but we don’t care about that anymore. At that particular moment, this is what it would actually look like. Rays of bright color flashing outward from the details. The yellows and oranges around the edges are those colors, and the detail area in the middle is where this emanates from. That detailed area in the middle represents the single personality. The blue-green on the bottom right is just how it is anchored in time. It is where the light comes from.
The process of discovering how to illustrate ideas that are slippery and difficult to explain requires a lot of patience. I remember several times while painting these, I would just look at them and sit and wonder where to go next. I would wait patiently until I was certain what the next step was.
When I started this painting, I wanted to do something very spacious, and of the rich colors that I saw in a dream. It was a really strange dream where everything moved slowly and we were near a campfire and there was a lot of movement, no real story to it, just a feeling like I could see the future and past of my life all at the same time.