Creating is like breathing to me. The artistic process is unconstrained by mundane details of everyday life. It is my therapy and opens my heart and grows my spirit. Time stands still when I mix colors, and apply brush to paper. The complements of color, the textures of paper are endless. Art is an organic manifestation of the collective unconscious. The ah ha moment when the piece comes together reveals a creation that is better than its parts. I let my imagination run wild, and with paper, rather than canvas, can tear, shape, layer and combine multiple elements in its creation. Putting beauty into the world, created out of random materials, is so exciting.
I was losing my way in the thicket of aging, building bitter walls to keep out disappointment, pain, anger and unfulfilled longing. Art was my way out. Vermillion, phylothamine blue, burnt earth green, ochre, cerulean. My gods and my guides. The mystery of the mix…something different, something new.
According to Marcus Aurelius, “All things you see will be changed, and out of their substance will make other things and again others so the world may be ever new."