The Ozarks

(Another) Perspective

Half memory, half vision. A view I've seen so many times but never took a picture. The everyday view that one day is gone. I don't remember it, just that something is missing. Feels like I forgot my sunglasses. 

What am I not seeing by holding on to a misremebered memory?

The Language Series

Learning the language of my mind.

As I delved into painting more, I realized that I wasn't understanding why I was making the color choices or marks I was. I rarely had a theme and just finished a piece when it felt "right".  I would see a color and instantly and powerfully I would think of my mom's curry. A couple of strokes would conjure up an image of a road from somewhere I had traveled and so on. This all seemed to be more than me just dumping my memories on a canvas and then I slowly started to see the story. It seems irrational to think of my mind as a separate entity but it makes it a bit easier for me to understand what's going on. I feel like I have been given the slightly wrong tools to excavate my thoughts.

Often I paint with little direction and despite my smaller canvases, the emotions are huge. These paintings may take days for me to process and understand what I've interpreted onto the canvas. I have processed though and healed in some ways. I know it's a long journey and I'm glad that I have a better grasp and how to navigate it.

Please bear with me as I learn the language of my mind.

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My Current Realities

A 7 part series documenting my current realities during the COVID 19 pandemic.