What you see are a few of my personal paintings: about the experience of having a very premature baby, about my parents, about my mother when she was young.
It took me years of mulling over ideas before I figured out how create a visual way to express what you see before you. None of these are for sale, and they are very different than my usual work. Yet they are part of what I do.
Yesterday, I read a blog by Ed Winkleman, reviewing the artwork of Julie Evans. One of his comments really struck me. Here it is “The thought that went through my mind as I viewed Julie’ show…was how sometimes an artist’s accomplishments simply cannot be rushed. It can take just the right combination of life experiences, exposure to other ideas, and simply being in the right place at the right time for things to click. None of which may make sense to even the artist (or be particularly pleasant) at the time, but which definitely results in an eventual accomplishment that enriches our
This is so true. It makes me wonder about all the stories of artists out there who have strings of random experiences and fascinating lives they have pieced together with the ultimate goal being the creation of a meaningful body of work. Seems to me this would be a great book. Or maybe a good theme for a blog.