And We Rise Up Rooted Like Trees Painting

"...Colour is a power which directly influences the soul. Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand which plays, touching one key to another, to cause vibrations in the soul." Wassily Kandisnsky Starting from a black canvas, I acknowledge that one must experience darkness in order to truly see light. I seek out the light in every aspect of my life, searching for that sliver of illumination in the midst of even the darkest of moments. Manifesting as a desire for connection, with those around me and to the life force within myself, this ever present longing for light drives and transforms the spark of inspiration to the fire of creation. Sometimes there may be only embers glowing from behind, threatening to fully ignite. Other times, the spark catches and flares, burning across the canvas. Through it all, I strive to create a vibrancy through my use of color. I truly feel that I did not choose to be an artist. Art is the thread weaving the fabric of my life, without which there is no sense of peace, fulfillment, or the ability to deeply breathe. It is a dance through which I experience that infinite place where ‘I’ disappear and time stops. I believe that when people are drawn to my art it's because they sense the pulse of that dance. It is the experience of life’s dance, its ecstatic lights and depths of darkness, that shape and influence my work. I paint from my heart hoping to touch the soul of the viewer and fill them with lush colors, rich textures, and thought provoking imagery. Colors, bright and kinetic, urge the viewer to interact with the work, beckoning them to soak in the vibrant pools of colors and bask in the rays of light. I paint echoes of my life, giving the viewer a glimpse of my mind and soul, and a window to look within themselves. The intersecting of the work and the viewer’s perception transforms each painting into a living mirror. It grows and changes, reflecting the dynamic movement of our own inner landscapes. Once, upon viewing my paintings, I was told, "You gave flesh and bones to the mysterious." Consumed "I surrender to the breath, filling my lungs with the flames of desire. Burning from within, no longer holding on to darkness, the past. i surrender fully to Your light, consumption making me whole." - eweber