" repetition. obsession.
there's a rhythm that i somehow fall into ..or even perhaps become ..where the reiteration of stroke
and movement almost envelop me. most of my pieces are developed under a specific segment of music.
not that they are necessarily mused by it * but that the repetition in that piece or that beat, or that feeling
is exactly what entrances me at that time. it's all a very meditative process. i am often quite exhausted when a
piece is complete. it takes my entire concentration, thought, dreams for moments, hours, days. strokes. layers.
small. large. minuscule, pixel-point.. it doesn't matter. until it feels right. i sometimes wish others could listen to the
same music when they view a specific piece, but at the same time each person should connect to the art on their
own and my way of getting to the climax might be a distraction.
who am i to take away the path to their love in my art?
i'm ready to see the unconventional enter our homes and workplaces again. enough with this chop-shop stuff.
as a designer, i LOVE pop art. Lichtenstein, Warhol. the greats. ahh - they're all my favorites.
and i have a underlying craving to stick with those crisp, vibrant, graphics, and the nature of the 80's i grew up in
..but lately - it's just too easy. it's trendy. it's *cool.* there's something to say about having a
piece everyone has, sure. the message. i get it. the oppression of our society. of course.
pop culture. hip hop - give it all to me.
BUT
i'm pushing myself as an artist because there something
/more/ behind that i'm really digging for, individually.
i want art that makes you cry
or think. or laugh. or gasp.
or makes your stomach drop to the bottom of your body.
it should help you breathe.
or stop your air completely for a moment.
i want to feel it. i want YOU to feel it. really feel it.
if you don't feel connected then i don't know if you've found your match yet. "
"give me something unforgiving, let me endure the struggle.
when i come out of it, i will come out of it a better human."
" i've been drawing since i can remember ..probably earliest at age 4, i asked my dad to help me draw a horse.
i remember how frustrated i was with the nose and the jawline. i couldn't get them right. my dad showed me
how to look at my dolls and draw what i saw. then i got a yellow drawing book with a lion on the front
for christmas. i saw the outline of everyone's features. i saw their bodies like drawings moving through
the world. as if you'd taken a marker and made them into a character. childhood is wild. but so is art.
it is in everything you do. everything you see. everything you are. it is all of me. "
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