Is art the oyster’s pearl, shaped by the pressure and stress of its environment over time? This accidental, yet somehow essential, by-product acquires a unique and treasured quality. Or is art more like excrement or vomit, a human voiding, a by-product of our psyches? Just as we must defecate, we must paint, or write, or sing, or dance.
Are these two different ideas or one in the same? One is discovered lying in wait by chance, the other breaks forth when you can’t hold it any longer. But both are products of the human heart. Both bring forth what could not be contained—an irritation rubs, a joy cries out.
My work is a reaction to life, its bounty and its scars. When I am inspired, it can be a quick, jolting manifestation or a slower realization of deeper meanings with layers I hadn’t noticed before. Working with emotion isn’t very different than working with visual elements—the sea, the sky, the earth, the figure. We struggle to capture that moment, that feeling, to express it, contain it, expel it. My intent is to bring to life something that can’t be seen, can no longer be contained. Shape, design, and color while mosaicking help me to “tame the beast”, clarify the feeling and then encage it in a finite space. Once there, it is now separate from me, or more importantly, made universal. I feel less alone when I realize I’m in ancient, primal territory.
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