The Spring of 2018 felt like a creative breakthrough for me. For over 20 years, my choice of mediums where mostly pen, ink, watercolor and markers. Moving to a new city and the passing of my grandfather, earlier in the year felt I couldn’t find the niche I was looking for. What was so defining for me was no longer working during those dark days.
What was going on? What was wrong with me? Why isn’t nothing “sticking” the way it should be?
During the winter, I decided to purchase some inexpensive paints, brushes and canvases. The moment was scary and uncertain. “Am I good enough to even paint?” is what was going through my mind.
With no expectations nor regards of an outcome, I just laid paint down. I just wanted to see and FEEL the process without creating a label or title.
It felt good and I felt alive again.