One of my oldest memories is one of me telling people I wanted to be an Artist when I grew up. There have been pockets of time when I put the brushes down during my adulthood, but I always come back to them. I’ve come across resistance, acceptance, support and silence from others when it came to my dream career. Thankfully in the long haul, I had the common sense to listen to my own inner voice, to do what I love and love what I do.
My favorite way to express myself is with oil paints. I love the way they smell, how velvety they feel on the palette knife and on my brushes, how they stay wet for days, how organic they are and how messy they are. I love how if you barely touch the canvas with your finger it gets all over the place. I love how the linseed oil emits a smell throughout the house that takes me back to art school.
The painting above is titled “Orange Man” I painted it when I was a young art student and it was one of the first pieces I did in oils. I created it with palette knives and some paint thinner poured over the top. Its an old one but one of my favorites.