this is actually a really old piece I did, mayb 3 or 4 years ago. . . I tweaked it a bit cuz I was bored with it, what do u think?
…slowly but surely
Its funny to me how big of a role emotion plays in my painting. It really is a complete transference of what I’m feeling, from the inside of my body onto the material. So when I look at pieces like the one below. . . I remember exactly what I was thinking and feeling when I made it. Its almost eerie to me. . . Because I may not feel that way now, in fact in this paintings case I now feel quite the opposite. However my point is. . . It is so easy to say that all this painting is is a bunch of aimless scribbles, But I beg society to be a little more understanding than that. . .
saw this whilst shopping w/ my sister
Murals have always been a fundamental aspect of my painting. . . I can remember painting on walls as a kid so what would stop me as an adult? ? ? Nothing! lol Its true, When I lived in Younstown Ohio the walls of my basement were covered with ideas, some of which I was never able to complete. An example is this tree that I started maybe three years ago, I never finished it. . . 🙂 But I kind of like it this way. You see. . . to me art isn’t about finishing, its about expressing. Its similar to a story I Imagine. . . There are some stories that just don’t have an end, simply because they don’t have to have one. They express ideas, they express emotion, they begin. . . They send their audience on the right track like a kid on training wheels and then they let go. . . they let the wheels of interpretation and free thinking churn freely, taking their audience to far off places that they wouldn’t dare to venture to otherwise. . .
I did these paintings quite some time ago as a graduation present for a dear friend. Because of the hustle and bustle of life and moving away I haven’t seen them in almost two years. When I went home for vacation and saw them hanging up in his apartment however, it felt really weird. You see, I had forgotten all about them, the time it took me, the new methods I was experimenting with. . . and to stand there in the present while mentally being thrown into the past, remembering everything that went along with them. . . its well. . . chilling! Anywho, the point is I forgot about these, but love em, so here you go
“Who would throw this away!” Thats what was going through my head when I saw a perfectly “paint-on-able” piece of glass in somebody’s trash in a back alley. One person’s trash is another person’s art supplies, ha ha especially when the artist is poor like me. Anywho!
A night of painting let to another night of collaboration when some of my friends (who were dancing in my kitchen) pointed out how the drooping paint looked like candle wax. This in turn led to a trip to the dollar store which in turn led to a fabulous flaming experience which produced non other than complete awesomeness,
observe! What do you think?!