In August, after much work and anticipation I was accepted to be one of approximately 500 artists represented by UGallery which is a curated online gallery. Currently I have eight pieces showcased on their site and any of my art that is for sale there will be exclusive to Ugallery and will not be offered for sale anywhere else. It is a big accomplishment for me as only 10% of artists that apply get accepted. So I am super excited to be a part of this diverse group of artists and to have been featured on their blog.
Here are a few of my pieces that are for sale at Ugallery
I’ve been asked what inspires me to paint and while I struggle to come up with the obvious answers like my surroundings, the beauty of nature, my love of life what truly drives me to paint are my emotions. Sometimes the more emotional or stressed out I am the better the painting turns out. It seems I’m painting sadness. I have had more than a few people tell me that my artwork is packed with emotion. I guess I wear my heart on my sleeve; at least when it comes to painting. In life I keep my emotions to myself on the most part. I don’t share my inner pain with friends or family or even my spouse. Maybe from an artistic point of view that is a good thing. For my aching soul it’s a terribly lonely feeling. When I paint from an emotional frame of mind the end product is so drenched in sadness I don’t think I could honestly call much of my art therapeutic. Mostly it’s a visual diary to the ups and downs of my life. A life filled with love and betrayal, struggles that reach beyond just the financial burden I often face. When someone buys a piece of my art they are truly buying a piece of my soul, my very own visual diary. You can find more of my art for sale at http://www.etsy.com/shop/ourhouseabstractart
Every time I sit in front of a canvas an idea forms in my head. Sometimes it’s in the form of colours or shapes, usually abstract. I turn to my tubes of paint and choose the colours as they appear to me in my mind. When the mood strikes and the painting turns into a figurative piece I find myself these past few months doing the same lonely figure. Sometimes standing on a cliff like structure, always with a dripping moon and no features on her face.
For me they represent the feeling of sometimes losing that unique part of yourself were everything seemed possible and our dreams were within reach. As the years go by that person, that dreamer seems more and more like a stranger. When I find myself painting featureless faces it’s as if I am still seeking to find my voice. I think I might be searching for the dreamer I used to be.