A statement
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I've been playing with the visual arts for as far back as I can remember--literally, my first memory is shared with a paintbrush.
The arts have remained a salient part of my self-expression through the years, despite academic pursuits occasionally distracting me otherwise. Yet schooling has imparted a divergent philosophy to my art. As many persons-in-intentional study do, academia allowed me to ruminate on how to save my little portion of the world--loving humanity, the nebulous I call God, and the planet--through conjuring reflection and simplicity (verse the materialistic wise of the west). And I began to construct a conviction, that the arts, at times, created more waste on our already deteriorating earth and have the potential to play into our ever-increasingly disposable culture. My tension then: How to balance no longer living by the letter of consumption while still practicing one of the most divine and mind-expanding attributes of being human: Creating. Being a student of psychotherapy has reaffirmed in me that the cultivation of the soul stands to be one of the most important creative ventures in the human reality, no matter what face the route of the cultivation takes. My artwork, here and hereafter, is dedicated to both standards: spiritual fertility and the inclusion of the excluded. For without incorporating the neglected--material & emotional--personal actualization staggers in opportunities for attainment.My medium: (re)Purposed materials (waste formally misplaced), art supplies passed down or neglected, and as few newly purchased items as possible, (only when to create a more proficient finish, so the piece does not so readily become knighted 'waste' again).
And of course, mementos, ephemera, and written contemplations. |