Figure study 02 Drawing

Who do we talk to when we look at a crafted image on a worn-out canvas? Is it the art that speaks or the artist that takes sanctuary in the brush strokes? The universe rarely seems to discriminate between the two, and often they entangle in a curiously subtle dance. When I flick a stratum of colour across a white corrugated surface, I hardly assemble my being into the thoughts a bystander would have by looking at my art. Instead, I focus on humanizing my portrait: I paint in the grey area of abstract and figurative style. In my art, you will see the stark anatomy of an unsung woman celebrated to its fullest. I feel that the female form is an emblem of power and strength. While I befriend carbons in my oil paints, I flirt with the human lying unadorned on my slate. I selected the human form because it syphons wilderness, and my art slit opens the gushing blood out the sharp diversity it harbours.