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for a while i had been having the problem of connecting my life and my artwork. i would also get frustrated if i couldn't fully transfer what was in my head onto the canvas. so i simplified the images in my head and now i'm trying to focus more on the message and just accept how it comes out of me.
i've noticed that my favorite pieces are the ones that took me less than a couple hours to paint. maybe i was in my zone... maybe i was less critical and just let it happen... i don't know.
my art is my mind, my heart, my soul;
every feeling as a color. every piece of hope as a swoosh. all the anguish stuck in my paintbrush.
my loves spread across a page.
this is my journey:
