These works that I submitted all represent the different phases I have navigated over the last few months. Like many, I was anxious, unsure and saddened. Painting seemed pointless. I felt that I needed to do something that meant something more that an image. I sewed. I baked. I cooked and shopped for me and others. I avoided the studio. Fortunately, the call was still there, soft at first but lucky for me loud enough that I had to listen to thenag in the back of my head. I started to work again.I could not be paralyzed by the new world. All of these works came from a place of uncertainty. Cumbersome at first, I painted with colors that I don’t frequent, using techniques not familiar to me. I slapped paint on with more abandon. I pulled it off with frustration. But for all of that, I felt I had to do something different to make a difference, to see CHANGE, in the world and on my canvas.
Unsettled comes from the place too many of us has experienced.
Unsettled comes from the place too many of us has experienced.