There’s a quiet that settles as the day draws to an end, it settles like a blanket landing softly over a child’s sleeping body, it settles like a wish whispered in the dead of night. And as it settles, my mind begins it’s noise. The days events spilling over, the trailing thoughts and worries mingle and fight for my attention. With a sigh I strive to quiet my mind and listen only to the colors and textures that surround my day and if I’m lucky I will sleep and dream of art.
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.
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