Figures for me, are always in motion, sometimes; it is a transient and almost palpably mental movement, but the motion is always present. I find that I blur the lines on most if not all of my work, there is something comforting to me in the feeling of making lines that cannot confine the figure totally. It seems to define an emotion in me, that permeates my work and my life.
I think it comes from the feeling that most of my life is comprised of the out of focus moments. I am caught off guard by what I think I know about my place in life; only to find it is quite something else. Where do I fit into this life? I constantly find myself seeking to define my space, the place where there is simply love and acceptance. My figures are a type of haiku for various moments of reality. I refer to this as the blurring, a time when we almost feel needed and wanted only to find we are simply an afterthought and the deepness that invades with this discovery.
I am painting the emotion of afterthought, the remembrance, the space between knowing and forgetting. The time where we are in full motion, a gestural time where details are not needed, we recognize the shapes of the movements as familiar and defining.
Perhaps it is my age and the shortening of my time, but I am finding myself checking my work less and less for any decorative value, and more and more for my relationship to each piece of art I create. I am not finished until I find my connectedness with each painting, the small part of my life that is found somewhere in the paint and canvas recognizable only to me, that I leave behind marking my place and time here.
Thank you for indulging me with your time! I hope I give you a nudge to dig deeper in your art, or your love of art, and find a more personal connection .
As always thank you for reading and I hope you find a sliver of inspiration in my work and words.