Dreaming of …

art

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 putting time in on this work.

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This piece started off with an idea,and is taking on a form that’s being shaped through my daily activities. I recently moved to a beautiful spot in Maine with all sorts of tall peaks.

 

image The mountains here are breathtaking and I’m tromping through them in middle winter with ice,deep snow,wind,and views of eternity. I truly am in love with this land.