It is easy for an artist to hide behind a painting. It is not so easy revealing the ‘behind the scenes’.
It appears we live in a society that loves to consume, and when it comes to art and music, there exists a love to borrow/appropriate things for our own purposes. Chances are most of us have done it, in one way or another. This is a slippery slope because on the one hand music and art should be free. And, on the other hand, an artist works hard, or at least the ones I know do, and deserve to be paid for their work, supported, like our troops, and like we do anyone else. Perhaps even more importantly, an artist deserves credit. I have found when I speak up about this kind of thing it simply gets shrugged off or I am seen as being ‘angry’. To be perfectly clear, I do experience moments of anger. Collectively we humans have plenty of stuff to be angry about. Every single one of us, and I am no different. Thankfully I have been lucky enough to witness some real magic in my life, the kind of magic that lights my way, especially when I experience darkness. Throughout I have maintained a steady practice of painting, reflecting a full spectrum of colours back at the viewer, similar to the light that has guided me. For nearly a decade I have exhibited and work both, private and public environments, with whomever, human, animal or insect. I once stayed up three days straight at a music festival, painting nearly the whole time. Why? Because I wanted to. I let myself be in the mercy of the festival goers. If they wanted a colour I would add that colour. If they wanted imagery I would do my best to add that imagery. If someone wanted to paint on it, I let them. They even went as far as to dress me up (see fotos). The final piece the Mona Lisa could not touch in its beauty. I painted in the sunshine, in the rain, and in the morning mist. I painted to psy trance, I painted through lunch while most others were being fed. People brought me food, gifted me snake skins, and even sang songs to me when I was drained. To say it was a soulful experience would not do it justice. What amazed me was how beautiful and helpful those who witnessed me work were. They provided care without being asked, they just did, selfless acts. It gave me faith in my fellow man, for I have my fair share of betrayals. I will say this….the joy I get from making and sharing my art, my heArt, far outweighs the struggle.
…and some words on anger
Years of being angry
Makes me sad when I am alone
For it was not anger that I meant to express
It was love that I wanted to show.
…on making skillful art…
I am a very disciplined painter, I work hard on my skills, so that I can make art that is beautiful, poignant and timeless.
If you are one to support the arts and you would like to see more of my original art and/or you would like to order prints, you can, please go to my Saatchi link. saatchi link
Fotomahaloness – no matter what, no one owns the art that comes out of me, not even me. The last few images are the painting I made at the festival and the outfit I was gifted to wear. Not usually my colour of choice I went with it. On the third day, wearing that outfit, and no sleep, I was taken to a remote spot on the forest to be one with it, and to my amazement was confronted (10 feet from where I sat) by a Grizzly Bear, which I would later document that experience in a painting called Buddhabear. link to Buddhabear