"I've been drawing ever since I could hold a crayon, but after my parents passed, I didn't want to do anything creative. I was sad all the time. Functional, but sad. Yes, my parents were gone, but there was something else missing too. After about five years, I started painting again, and that's when I realized what it was: I had lost not only my parents but my art as well. In the beginning, painting was just a way to stay connected with them because they had always supported my artistic endeavors. My dad had been an artist, but he didn’t pursue it, and I saw how much he regretted not making it a bigger part of his life; I painted as a way to show my respect for him, to pay tribute to him. But then art became my personal journal. It was and is the way I process and understand what’s going on inside myself and the way I express emotions I can’t easily put into words. I don’t think humans have come up with a word for every emotion, and words have so many meanings and limitations. But no matter what language you speak, you can recognize feelings expressed visually. For example, if you see the face of a mother who has just given birth, anyone can identify her expression as joy.
“I’ve been painting again for about 3 years but only recently, at the urging of close friends, have I begun sharing my work. I particularly love to paint women. Women are powerful and complex, and they embody pain and beauty in every form, both tangible and intangible. I’m very drawn to that feminine energy.
“Art is life, love, and freedom to me.”
“I’ve been painting again for about 3 years but only recently, at the urging of close friends, have I begun sharing my work. I particularly love to paint women. Women are powerful and complex, and they embody pain and beauty in every form, both tangible and intangible. I’m very drawn to that feminine energy.
“Art is life, love, and freedom to me.”
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