After my trip to India, I fell into an acute depression that lasted a few weeks. I did many things to get myself out of that hole - one of which was listening to music. I played Angels by the XX over and over again and meditated on the feeling I felt when I fell in love with the man of my dreams. Life truly has its magical moments. These moments are tied like knots onto my soul. I am so fortunate for the knots I have. I hold on to my rope and pull myself up from the holes I fall into by grabbing onto the knots. I’m not sure if that makes sense to anyone, but that’s what I was imagining recently and why I had to paint this. )
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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.