For years and years I was all about representing what I saw out in nature as accurately as I could while still making a good painting. For a long time this satisfied me, to continually hone my skills at accurately expressing texture, finding a good composition. Then, a voice started to whisper to me. I felt as though I was abandoning some essential part of myself. Thus began a journey for me. I studied books, magazines, websites. I’d come across someone’s artwork and be fascinated by it. Why? What was attracting me? Color. Pattern. But, usually these women were expressing something internal that I could not relate to. Symbols and finger painting and random marks. Interesting, but… And then I came across a book about abstract expressionism. Wow! That’s it, I thought. My paintings can still be about something, but I can infuse them with color and design. I’ve done a few that I’m happy with, and this is the most recent one. We live in a world with so much imagery, I think we’re all in danger of ennui. Also, a straight-laced landscape can seem so last century to people these days. Yet, I believe the underlying message is still relevant~get out there and bathe in nature, soak up the good vibes the plants and animals are giving off. Maybe we’ll all experience a bit of peace if we can remember to do that. Of course here I’m preaching to the choir on that, but hopefully my new joyful paintings will reach someone who hasn’t yet experienced a trail into the woods, and will be inspired to explore.
I haven’t been posting much because I had a few readers who chose to make negative comments. If you are inclined to do so, please don’t. Just stop reading my posts.