I found this old painting circa 2009 that I painted, it’s a self portrait. Years ago I used art as a form of therapy, a way to uncover what was buried, heal, and make space for new opportunities.
I suppose I still do use art as a form of therapy. Currently it’s to observe the anticipated state of breaking down,death, and the processes in-between. I happen to find joy within the plant world, I like to observe her graceful fleeting decent and rebirth. That’s what my current work seems to be focused on, the unraveling.
I’ve been slow going with this blessed thistle study, here’s a photo for reference. I plucked this dying head towards the end of the growing season, knowing that I would be observing all her beautifulness, later in winter, observing all the potential of unwinding, and how death can present to us the process of letting go…
I hope you all are doing and creating in ways that feed your soul and bring forth growth.