My mind is deep, my paint runs shallow.
I’ve always loved the idea of throwing down an old sheet in my garage with my husband with paint, wine, music and canvases side by side. I’ve loved that idea for over a year now, and decided to give it a whirl. The first painting I completed, “My Rainy Day Storm”, was done in my living room, without my husband, without wine (true blasphemy), on a box, and only by the end I realized I had forgotten to hit play on my Pandora station. My thoughts were completely lost in the painting and I had a blast. I thought the painting looked insane after I finished, but then I fell in love with it.
Each piece I make reflects just how eclectic my mind works. I love choosing random paint colors, mixing them together and seeing where they take me. The best part about my “method”: there’s no way for me to distract myself, because I’m mentally moving and shifting with the paints on my canvas. And that’s a pretty rad feeling. The end :).
I have a severe love for creativity. Sure, I have my “professional career” that suffocates every single aspect and ounce of creativity I try to splash in, but my thoughts always seem to wander to some form of art. All of the art. So many different kinds of art ideas that I feel like I’m almost quitting one mental project when I move on to thinking of the next project I dream up. I love to sing. I love to draw. I love to play the piano and guitar. I love to pretend to know what I’m doing with calligraphy when I doodle, but really I’m consistently doing that whole “thicken the downward slope” trick and, so sue me, I love it. And paint. I love to paint. Nik