When I think about a life unframed, I am immediately drawn to art that is unframed. It's bare, it's naked and it's missing what the general art critique thinks is necessary to 'finish' the piece of art. This thought then leads to the next which is that my life is unframed in the way I think, the way I express myself and in many respects I am unframed. I lay out the beauty of my life's culmination of experiences in a way that I hope does not require an expensive frame, but cuts right to the heart of who I am. I expose myself and through this exposure, I renegotiate over and over again who I am. I evolve. I am unafraid of errors or creating what some might consider to be bad art because at the end of the day sometimes the most beautiful creations come from what was once a mistake or an error in judgement, both in life and in art.
I began painting in order to match up a visual representation of poetry that I wrote during a very trying time in my life. What I thought I had healed through prose and poetry, I am now cementing through painting.
For me, whether I am behind a lens, in front of a canvas, or negotiating a space in our garage that I can utilize as a spot that can have ink splattered freely, I am happy. Poetry, writing music, and creating art runs through my family's veins in ridiculous ferver and I have never been more grateful for such a wonderful outlet as I have been this past year. I am a perfectionist at my day job, but this is one place that I can be perfectly imperfect.