Occasionally, while I’m painting, words will float through my head.I’ve started trying to catch them, with a pencil in my notebook. I’m hoping they might give you a hint at what you could see when you look at this painting.
Art making has always been my way of seeing emotions. The ones that I don’t understand, that seem to run like an underground river through my life. If I didn’t paint, they might remain hidden.
I’m sure this work has something to do with contemplating the idea that life is a series of rolling waves.Some, pull my feet out from under me into the swell. While, others pass by undetected only to crash in some distant future. Also, the feeling of longing to transform parts of myself into something else along the way. For some reason, this always makes me think of butterflies. Sometimes, a beautiful idea gets lost as the waves go by and I’m left with a sense confusion. Wondering, if I should dive deeper looking for it or if it’s better to just let it fly away. It all gets mixed up, in the process of holding on and letting go. Never being sure I’m riding the right wave or just fluttering around not getting anywhere.