I’m sure most people can relate to having issues with emotional boundaries in relationships (like maybe all you moms of little ones who haven’t peed with the door closed in a few years?) but there are also the boundaries of our physical bodies in space- kind of.
Have you ever had acupuncture and felt all fuzzy and in the midst of your groovy nap-like-meditation-state realized that you don’t feel where your body ends and the space around you begins anymore? Like all your atoms were starting to spread out and float away? Just me?? We’re convinced there are defined limits to what we think of as “self” but what happens when we scale down and see that we’re made of atoms that are mostly made of space? Or that there are far more bacterial cells holding our body together than human ones?I love to picture what this cartoon-Fantasia-version of this tiny science would look like. The beautiful, awe-inspiring energy of it all. The boundaries, the membranes, the movement and scale of life. This is why I paint what I paint.
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Alchemy. Taking blank material and transforming it into something else, is fairly spectacular. Sometimes the intention is not even apparent. This creative process is very interesting and inspiring.
There is such a unique beauty to go from blank canvas to an explosion of color or a creative vibrant script. I hope for the rest of my life to transform my truth into a reflective image.
Original Work: “JSN” 12×14, acrylic on canvas, 2017
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The beauty of creation lead me here today. I don’t know if I truly accept this. I am a part of a tribe. A tribe built on color, texture, and imagination. A visual epilogue of brilliance. Am I worthy of such mental dexterity? Do I tremble before my forefathers of thought? I am beholden to this refuge of peace. Oh, to be with others who see the same vision as I do. What a beautiful thought.
For years I took for granted what was gifted to be. For years I hid like a scared animal, craving the limelight but was intimidated by the glare. Our voices should be heard, so they are added to the spectrum. Yes, we may be turned away. To only those who are blind.
That is okay. I want to be seen, from where I create.
Artist Jennifer Shepit resides in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Canada where she constructs other galaxies with her bare hands, a bit of paint, and universes of imagination, so much so that I found myself sending poetry over to her to request her visual representation of my work. When I laid eyes on this piece of art, I love it so much that I am not even sharing a photo of it in this post as it is the part of a larger project that I cannot wait to reveal. I will say that it is more beautiful in person than it was in the image that she sent me upon completion, and I am stingily am holding onto the painting only parceling out glimpses to others as though it is a secret lover.
how they have paintings
set up on the walls
and the signs that they have
randomly scattered around that say
“do not touch”
let you get just close enough
to send pulses that itch
straight into your fingertips?
Udine: a Hapsburg city with Venetian influences. White stones and opaque iron that embellishing the balconies with Liberty drawings.
Udine is a town in the northeast of Italy, rich in decorations and rigorous, imposing and serious buildings.
Then suddenly, in the city center, under the Studio of some Professionals, here are the contemporary artworks: A child face weeping, it almost seems like a Caravaggio that is revealed to people.