More often than not I have no idea where the painting is taking me. The truth is that when I do not have a clear vision (like I did with the monster painting and the Leda paintings), I I set myself up with a set of problems to resolve. There are days where I am feeling so many emotions that I cannot trap one or two down long enough to let them inform the work. The one constant is the figure. Always looking for it and then purposely hide it as I try to transform the outward physical form into the way it feels, more specifically the way I react when I feel something physical and/or emotional. At some point I have to tell myself to "make it art".
Here is the chain of events that answer the question, "How did I get here?"
The Indian Yellow, drippy like honey in the sun, was the jumping off point I think. My face squished is an example of setting up a problem to solve. The figure needed a face and I felt like I was trying to force creativity. Then the the overly sweet pink cotton candy color filling in the holes, pushing out. The white started off as a way to play with texture. I was think of bone, boney fingers holding it all together, but they transformed into a more soft and feathery accessory, The velvety red form was a surprise that started out looking like a skull...death, decay, and the mortification of the flesh....always an inspiration and getting stronger. I thought about taking it out but decided to keep it. It seemed to ground the figure somehow and an affirmation to celebrate this new stage of life. I am officially a Crone, fully embracing the cycle of life and transformation. I think I just found the title. "Crone"