Untitled Nude (green)
I think a lot. Probably too much. One of the ways I’m coming to terms with this and trying to work through it is with art. Creating art lets me stop for awhile and breathe. The path I’ve taken in creation has lead me to start constructing much of my work using mixed media, pulling from acrylic paints to watercolors, to pens and markers, to charcoal and graphite, to aerosol, to collage. Trying not to think about what I’m creating, but just trying to create: to let the pen or brush do the work and just realize that I’m there along for the ride. The result is a snapshot of my thoughts, letting them crowd the paper or canvas for awhile, and giving me a chance to just breathe.
Love. War. Heart. Soul. Energy. Frustration. Angst. Calmness. Fluidity. Violence. Peace. Music. Art. Poem. Silence. Song. Sex. Stillness. Dance. Joy. Despair. They all exist, but some of them really aren’t worth our energy.