Isn't it funny?

The smallest of details can trigger a different “feel” while painting… A casual conversation with someone, a billboard, new music.. disappointment..

A couple of weeks ago, I lost control of myself. I accidentally destroyed a painting, and then let loose on a second painting, smashing it into splinters. Yep. It happens. (By the way, the second painting? It was a 30x30” cradled wood panel that splintered like butter under the force of a violently swung pitching wedge.. talk about release…it felt amazing to get rid of the anger.) I feel a little sad when I see pictures of the paintings that perished, but the accident and a couple of rejection letters later have pushed me forward…catapulted me…into submerging myself into a new collection of work that I really really love… more on that soon.

Somewhere in a San Diego landfill..

During the river of emotions that came following the “accident”, I tore through my studio closet to re-organize, purge… I can across my art journals.. a load of them…page after page of what I dreamed I wanted to be coupled with my innermost thoughts.. I was surprised to see how my style of painting had changed from the journal to the canvas. My earlier work on canvas is strikingly different from the work I have been creating lately… I spent some time wondering why that happened.. As I flipped through the journal pages, I decided that I want to take a step back..I’m taking a step back to where I was painting, only since my experience level has drastically increased since then, I can step back to that design period with a lot more confidence and tricks up my sleeve… stay tuned.. it’s going to be a exciting ride.