its about finding something real and raw. dropping the pretense of what art “is” or lofty aspirations of “performing” impressive feats in skill to become the ARTIST i always imagined. its about play. no fuss. hand held drawing tools. washes of color spread with abandon. repeating lines and blobs that take me, the one playing, on a journey into the mind. escape really. from expectation. and created without reverence to any gaze, my own or others. this is an attempt to reclaim some quiet inner child level essence of myself that has been conditioned away.
i don’t necessarily identify with what i create. it looks like someone else’s work sometimes and i am ok with that. no judgement, all play. and it works. a soothing portal into another world of truths, as represented by colors and strokes. to call it authentic expression feels trite. except for the fact that i simply can’t help but doodle these shapes. they want to be doodled. and with that act a kind of permission to myself in another realm forms.