After painting upwards of 30 sirens featuring girls and young women, I decided to try the same approach to an equine composition. These pieces were SO hard for me, because I found myself subconsciously returning to that whole literality that I was trying to step away from intitialy.
The clouds of color are actually pours of paint with various gels, glazes and mediums added to impact their opacity and texture. I go in with my hands, spatulas, rags, ratty brushes, pretty much any sort of tool I can grab, and push the puddles about. Rubbing, scraping, scratching, pouring - it's a fabulous way to spend the day.
The end result is difficult to photograph, the paintings themselves have such a palpable space. I invite you all into my studio to see them. Or visit them in an exhibition/gallery space near you (I promise to keep you posted when they travel).
Who knows where these paintings will lead me? The pieces currently on my easel are evolving into textual maps with subtle bits of color. The figures are melting, emerging, persuading. The spaces are deep and resonate with light, mist, fog, haze - are they dreams taking form? memories held tight yet still fading? It's up to the viewer to decide.
THANK YOU so much for following along with me this week as I revisited my Derby dream and what has followed. And I'm blessed to get to continue to share my successes - and my failures - with you in the future. Because the only way to win is to show up. And that never guarantees a win, but it means you might.