One of my friends told me that my art is psychedelic. No one has ever said that to me so it took me a while to react to it. Colors make me feel joy. Pure joy. Perhaps the way people feel when they take psychedelic drugs. I’m addicted to the process - especially with resin art. When I drop the vibrant inks into the resin and watch it take form, I stand there transfixed and nothing else matters. The colors make me present; and when I am present, I am joyous. How could I not be? Life is magical when I create.
(08.29.19)
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Color is a focus of my work for a variety of reasons, but the main reason is for healing. My father was an angry and violent man. He took out his rage on his family daily and I took it upon myself to protect my mother and brother from him by becoming the focus of his fury. We didn’t have much, but my mother filled our home with colorful art to bring radiance into an otherwise dark place. I followed in her footsteps and escaped into vibrant art of all shapes and forms. Getting into the flow of mindful art creation has been the single most important part of my healing. I hope to share the happiness that colorful art brings me with others, especially children.