Orient Painting

I don’t live for my art, my art lives for me, because my art is me and I am living. I observe in my art a lifetimes fascination with capturing the juxtapositional sides within the human mind and the internal conflicts this creates for us. Through my unconscious, ‘right brain’ process of creating art I have learnt that, behind my introverted mask, I am a highly sensitive and emotive being that is on a coiled spring, continually unravelling and retracting. I show my inner winsomeness through vibrant, expressive colours, fluid shapes and the avoidance of using black, whilst protecting myself with strong, blue outlines. But this openness can meet a place of overwhelming anger and fear in which I then coil back in to a place of lonely depression and fibromyalgia fog. Through my art I am on a quest to meet an unfulfillable place of homeostasis of anger and peace. Through my ‘left brain’ my recent portraits attempt to illustrate how we are more than the external mask we try to portray and which many artists merely recreate. We have juxtapositioning emotions at one time, we are our history aswell as our present, and we cannot be just our selves, we are always us in relation to others.