Someone asked me today if I get attached to my paintings and if they are hard for me to part with. I actually get asked this question a lot but never really know the right answer to give. The real answer is no. That comes with an explanation though.
Even though to many it probably just looks like I’m painting trees, there’s a lot more there. Painting saves me. I process and work through things in my paintings. My pain, my confusion, my happiness, my passions. Everything is there. In fact, I don’t share the stories behind the paintings, but they all have a story. I can tell you exactly what is in that painting if you were to pick one out. They are all dear to my heart, but I don’t have any I can’t part with. The truth is, I love them all. They all are apart of myself. It seems every time I paint a new one it becomes my “favorite”. I don’t feel the need to hold on to them though because I am always moving forward.
The best part to me is when I get to hear other people’s interpretations of my paintings. It brings a great joy to my heart when observers tell me what it makes them feel. What they don’t realize is that we are connecting on a level they can’t see or feel.
It will also explain why my styles is always evolving and I don’t always stick with the same genre. My paintings are a reflection of me and what is going on in my life. I’m evolving and so my work will. I’m so grateful to have an outlet that gives me a safe place to process and work through my world.
Stroke of Red Studio 