As I grow as an artist I find myself most concerned with the mysteries of life, health, the human spirit, the journey and the death, confrontationally, disturbingly. I have no intention to make a pretty picture as I find there is no journey in works of this nature, no meat, nor bones. Every work is a journey for me to explore the depths of the subject at hand and when I feel I've given enough to the work to feel it is complete, I have given myself a work to contemplate. Every work I create is a teacher on my path declaring a new realization for myself which I might not have acknowledged consciously. My work is my medication and meditation.
Most creation happens on my canvas and I allow one mark to inspire the next until something magic happens. My expression takes different forms, realistic, expressionistic and abstraction, howeverr, I feel the image needs to transcend the ordinary. On one canvas I may attempt 2 or 3 almost complete works that I feel are not making me feel them that I am not convinced they are trying to tell me something. I will feel them when they are ready and sometimes they wiill never become an image but instead another building block in my process. The purest piece of work that I might ever do would be the one in which I never finish, that just keeps becoming, never being born and never dying.....
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