Size: 24"W x 38"H x 1"D
Year Created: 2015
The process of creating a piece is a fascinating one. I do away with the task of sketching prior. Or I would do a very light sketch and then I would be very eager to start the fun part; paint! When I go about setting paint to canvas, there is no rational thought. There is just feeling, observing, not quite satisfied, pleased, but then extreme dislike. It's a frustrating yet fascinating process. It's almost as if I want to paint something a certain way, but it wants to paint itself another way. There is always this clash. But ultimately, the art gets created one way or another. Art moves my soul. It upsets me, it makes me laugh, it worries me. I go through many emotions when I paint. Regardless if they were taken from the internet, or from my imagination, or wherever it came from, it has to spark my interest in order for me to paint. My art stems from a burning desire to paint it. If it does not push me to paint it, then I won't. Words fail at what it takes to create a piece.
I like to believe that I do not create art, it simply creates itself and I am just the intermediary. I never know what I am going to paint. Images of my subjects often weaves its way into my subconscious and when I seek to apply paint to canvas, it demands to be painted a certain way. I simply have this sudden urge and I must paint it. It's a positively maddening experience but I believe it is what keeps me sane. Art is not what I do but who I become. I fell in love with it since I was 5 years old and we've had an unbreakable bond.