 This is my first blog in three years.
I decided to write a blog entry today because the world is so effed up in so many ways. I just want to be put out goodness to help counter-balance the badness. I'm tired of all the BS of complexity and the stories we make up. I've wanted to be an abstract painter forever, but I didn't think I knew how to do it. I kept this dream a secret in my heart. Eight weeks ago I confided my desire to paint abstracts to an artist friend and she said, "I think you should just paint an abstract every day..." So I started, and I have found a re-birth of my love for painting. As I've reflected on it, I looked back and realized that I have always painted abstracts but I always 'turned" them into images and stories because first of all, It's fun to do and it seemed important to do show people what I was seeing in the colors and marks. Secondly, I didn't give the abstracts or myself enough credit to let them stand alone. I woke up one morning recently and I heard a voice say, "No more stories." So, no more stories - I'm painting the movement and energy in my body, the emotions and colors I'm feeling and seeing. I am in the moment with the process and materials. It's the most playful painting I've ever done consistently. |
Sam Y
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