For me, Art is the result of a visual conversation between artist and subject. As we paint, sketch, sculpt and so on, we develop fluency in this language and our eyes can go deeper.
I started to pursue Art seriously in 2017, before that I did create, but not with any real intention of making art my career, my love and my life. After I did choose to devote myself I began to change. Hours of intense focus on form, color and the relationships between people, objects and Ideas, caused my eyes to grow increasingly sensitive to the nature of beauty.
I began my devotion to paint in June of that year, and by the time spring came around the next I was seeing with new eyes. The world was on fire. The color of flowers, the sunlight’s brilliance brushing along their petals. The countless variations of green on a single leaf was overwhelming that year, but more so the next and the next. Here in New England where I currently reside, the winter’s are long, cold and grey. Then the season changes and the cherry blossoms bloom again. Art opens doorways in perception, develops the senses an artist already has, but also grants them new ones.
Before I began to put serious time into my work, I would never have considered the possibility of connecting so deep and intuitively with another through a simple sketch. Those perfect moments when I forget I’m me and I feel as though I’m the one being drawn. A sense of sharing the same form. I feel her strength in my muscles, her breath in my lungs, her anxiety, her joy, her rage; a connection of the carnal and the divine.
There is an unsurpassed intimacy in the act of creation. For me, nothing else compares, nothing else is as all consuming. I come to know my subject in a way that only God might know her. I know what it means to form her with my hands.