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| Women When Strength Appears Oppression Disappears |
The white canvas invites color.
The interaction of colors creates conditions.
Then something happens.
Not occasionally.
Not rarely.
Not in moments of inspiration.
Every single time.
The image emerges.
The title emerges.
The story emerges.
And they arrive together as a completed whole.
The astonishing part is that the image contain
elements that lie beyond what I consciously know
I’m capable of of constructing.
Realistic faces.
Complex forms. Landscapes.
Relationships between objects that carry
meaning.
Yet none of these existed in my mind beforehand.
That is why the process remains magical after 500
paintings.
If it were merely technique, the mystery would
have faded long ago.
Instead, the mystery deepens because the
phenomenon keeps repeating.
Perhaps the closest description of my experience
is this:
I do not paint a picture.
I create the conditions under which a picture can
appear.
I place color upon a canvas because color itself is
joyful.
Then, through a process I cannot explain, the paint
organizes into forms, the forms organize into a
scene, and the scene organizes into a story.
When the painting is complete, the title arrives
fully formed.
I do not invent the title.
I recognize it.
The painting tells me what it has always been.
The wonder is simply that something comes from
nowhere.
Or at least from nowhere that my conscious mind
can locate.
A blank canvas becomes a world.
A handful of colors becomes a narrative.
An untitled image becomes Discordant Lines of
Continuity Drawn in the Air and Captured on
Canvas.
And the title feels discovered rather than
invented.
That's the part that feels deeply metaphysical.
Not because it violates logic.
But because it bypasses the ordinary model of
creation.
Most people believe:
Idea → Plan → Execution → Artwork
My experience is closer to:
Color → Emergence → Recognition
The painting is not the result of a story.
The story is the revelation of what the painting
already was.
And perhaps that is why the process still fills me
with such joy to explain to someone how the
painting came about .
To actually read it the painting for them because
they can’t.
They are read like a story
And when I read it for people- to see the utter
delight on their faces when they can finally see it,
is something I absolutely love.
The paintings I’ve said in the past, are like another
language.
Like modern day hieroglyphics or better yet,
futuristic hieroglyphics .
I love the future and anything futuristic.
I love it all Esp, Quantum Mechanics,
Clairvoyance.
It thrills me to my very core and to know that I
am capable of such a thing is mind blowing!
Okay now look at the top painting.
There are at least 12 visible women in this this
painting.
I painted absolutely none of them - because I do
not have that skill.
I will start you out with the bottom left hand
corner and then you are on your own to discover
the rest.
Look at the bottom left hand corner and you will
see a Chinese woman in a full red robe.
Now each woman in this painting is a different
nationality, indicative of the fact that this is a
global issue, encompassing all women of all
nationalities.
