Every now and then, I like to revisit from where I have come. In doing this I came to realize that I have actually been painting for longer than I thought. For example, the painting above (my first painting) is 44 years old. It is a very personal one. At the time, I had a miscarriage and was recovering. To help to overcome the stress and sadness of the experience, I kind of looked around at the objects in my house and that of a good friend at the time. On one of these gazings, I noticed an art book of Modigliani on a table (an example of his work is shown below) and right then I decided to thumb through it. Interesting, I no longer remember if the book was theirs or mine.
Loving the paintings and Modigliani's style, I felt inspired to paint how I was feeling. My painting and the figure was inspired my Modigliani - note the long neck and the innocence of the face. This was a memorable moment for it was actually the first time that I had picked up a paintbrush since deciding to become a professional dancer instead of a painter - choosing the High School of Performing Arts over the High School for Music and Art. More on this choice later.
After getting set up with paints and brushes (moving to the side the items for the baby), I began to paint the background into many colors, never really focusing on what I was painting. After looking and reflecting, the blocks of color represented the complications life can bring, and there can be many.
At first I didn’t see much of anything and saw the letter E, which is kind of funny now. The more I looked, however, the image of the fetus/baby appeared. Through art, I had recreated what I had lost and in so doing healed myself. Indeed, I was healed so much so that I left painting and did not return to it for years - 1990.
Loving the paintings and Modigliani's style, I felt inspired to paint how I was feeling. My painting and the figure was inspired my Modigliani - note the long neck and the innocence of the face. This was a memorable moment for it was actually the first time that I had picked up a paintbrush since deciding to become a professional dancer instead of a painter - choosing the High School of Performing Arts over the High School for Music and Art. More on this choice later.
After getting set up with paints and brushes (moving to the side the items for the baby), I began to paint the background into many colors, never really focusing on what I was painting. After looking and reflecting, the blocks of color represented the complications life can bring, and there can be many.
At first I didn’t see much of anything and saw the letter E, which is kind of funny now. The more I looked, however, the image of the fetus/baby appeared. Through art, I had recreated what I had lost and in so doing healed myself. Indeed, I was healed so much so that I left painting and did not return to it for years - 1990.
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