Finding Your Keys
This one’s been on my mind so many months. To me, this painting expresses what making art feels like. You sit down with your totally tangible tools and your raw humanness, with a growing sense that the forces you’re courting are way outside your comprehension, from realms that are none of your business. And yet you sit there and keep working with your little hands and little tools, eager to see what happens when you keep showing up to the never-ending madness that is the creative process.
Anyways, that’s just one way to look at it. Let me know what it brings up for you? I was amused how I couldn’t even sit down while painting this, the energy of it was just too much to paint seated. It’s a weird, weird thing, translating an unreal glimmer inside your mind into an actual artwork with edges and deliberately arranged paint. A thing that no one even asked for. Hoping you can capture even a whiff of that felt image in pigment and water on paper, because you know it wants to be made and it knocked on your door. Very often, in this case. Don’t ask me how many pianos I kept running into in the most unexpected places while I kept putting off painting this one. Art is one hell of a drug, in case no one told you. At least I know I need it like one.
