This piece is done in mix media collage acrylic on a wood panel cradled with a baltic face - 8x8
I call this piece
The sweet layers of a painter
These here are done in acrylic on 140lb watercolor paper- Finest handmade quality paper Vincint Rossini - 4x5
And I call these series
Only Art give birth to authenticity, that is where the true self begins and never dies - love you!!
I'm still sick with Bronchitis due to weather changes and hardly any sleep. For the past two weeks I been coughing and sneezing way too much - thinking it was probably my allergies acting up. But it got a lot worse- I went to the doctor and I was told I had bronchitis. And how I should lay low, sleep sleep, drink lots of fluids and eat soup- favorite soup is lentil with tiny red potatoes. Well I'm stubborn- I tried to rest but I could not sleep three days without painting was killing me. Yesterday late Monday Morning at about 1am I get up to eat an honey crisp apple while everyone was sound asleep and decided to stay up and paint and finished painting 8 itsy pieces and abstract painting. By the end of the day I was so tired I slept like a baby and happy I painted. So here are the itsy paintings called Only art give birth to authenticity that is where the true self begins and never dies.Well, I’m a compulsive artist. And what I mean by that --compulsively need to paint what I feel and see. If I don’t, I feel I missed out on something important. It’s like humming a song in your head; it’s a great song and you can’t wait to write it down and if you don’t you missed out on some real good lyrics. I obsessively, day and night, think about art. There’s not a day I don’t think about it. I sleep in it. It is magic and I immerse myself in. It’s a contact, a colorful welcome. It touches me so eloquently. A place where I can do just anything with no interruption or interference. I try not to take myself too seriously. I take my days as they come, painting constantly on a whim. And when I find myself seriously driven by non sense I write about what’s bothering me. Then it’s time to play in my studio. I’m 38yrs old and also 10yrs old. When I take life too seriously, the 10yr old pounds me on my head telling me I need to take it down a notch and breathe.