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Posted by'The Naked Painter'
Posted onDecember 21, 2017
Posted inPlace??? It took some time for me to think about place and what It means. I reminded myself of the definition ‘A particular position, point, or area in space; a location’ We talk about places more regarding location, but for me place represents my own self and where I fit in the world. Where I fit with my family as a mother, a sister, a daughter. Where I fit in my job. My art is the journey of my life story. If you follow my art and the order in which they were painted, you can see my life story come through. The two pieces I have selected are one of my first pieces as a new young mother, just moved in to my new home and wanting to decorate my walls with beautiful pieces. The second is where I am with my life now, I like to think older and wiser but in my art, I’m not so bothered about technique. My art for the past several years has focussed on expression, in expression you need freedom to say and do what you feel deep inside and when I paint I do fall deep into the canvas and allow the brush to make its own movements. Place becomes the map of my life. Finding myself in this map and who I am as an artist I am still discovering this myself without a map often taking the wrong road or perhaps the right one to find my completeness. Maybe I will never be complete maybe my place will be forever changing. My work continues to focus on nudes and that has remained my chosen subject, more so when I became ill and had to have an operation. Following this I saw my body as distorted and ugly I would use my naked self and stand in front of a mirror painting as a healing process, my art, my place in the art world then began slowly moving towards abstract expressionism. I have continued this style to the present day. The last piece I have submitted is one of a series of paintings that I painted again in hospital but for a different reason, this time my mind was affected, and I wanted to capture how it would have an impact on my art. Following my treatment, I struggled to find my place in the art world, it was as if my ability to paint had been removed. It broke my heart. I have since started to slowly paint again and the images are very free flowing again the brush almost moves itself, but the nudes continue to be the basis of my art. I believe my place is the unpublished maps I have made myself, my life, my daily world, my battles, my struggles, my loves, personal memories make my maps. My art makes my maps. My place is currently with you… Inspirations – Although not an abstract expressionist, One of my favourite artists in Amedeo Modigliani. I was so obsessed with his work when I was younger I would try and copy it. But for me his last painting ‘Portrait of Marios Varvoglis’ is the one that stole my heart, he was dying, and you can see the brush strokes almost weakening. His place, his last place need to paint that painting before he took his final breath. I read a piece by Sylvia Plath once about a Fig tree. It told the story of each fig and what they represented. She talks about one having a husband and a happy home, one being a great poet etc. Then like me she realises after discussing all the figs, that she can’t have it all. I am a mother, I work fulltime, I want to be a fulltime painter, I want to travel the world, I want to love, I want ……….. I want it all.
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