Today I decided, quite impulsively, to go down into the basement and find my old paintings. I was pleased to find they had been as I left them, in two giant clear plastic bags from the art store. As I pulled each one out of the bag, I was flooded with remembrance of emotions past. Most of these paintings were completed after leaving my husband when, like Thoreau I went into the woods. I rented a cottage in Brewster, New York for about three years. After a period of shock and void of emotion, I called my friend Dawn (who is an experienced artist) to ask how I could begin painting. Writing was not working after a certain point, and my life was in turmoil. I remember feeling the need to express what was going on for me in a tangible way. She suggested I start with acrylics, and so off I went to buy the necessaries.
What you see here are things that came completely from my mind. there was no attempt to paint surroundings or anything real. These were all completed between 2000 and 2003. I know these are primitive, and I am not sure if there has been any artistic development in my work since then since I have moved on to black and white sharpie work, however they are extremely representational of what was happening to my heart and head at the time. Each one tells a story that I could sit and tell you with vivid detail. This is so cathartic to me now, because I am faced with similar, albeit stronger emotions in the same vein.
When I began this blog I fully intended to focus on my experiences with art. I wanted to express how I felt when I viewed art or was near it. Seems I have been struggling with trying to produce it for longer than I could recall. So, maybe this is a place to show mine -bare and naked- for what it's worth. Here goes.....
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