May 17th, 2006
I used to paint… a lot. I painted because I was depressed, because I had nothing else to do, because music inspired me, because color made me feel better, because I liked the feel of acrylic on my hands, and the way paint can cover everything ugly – everything you don’t want to be seen. And then one day I stopped. I think I got busy and, you know, it’s such a mess. Actually, that’s only a half-truth. My paintings didn’t come from a happy place. They were filled with haunting images, red like blood, and sour thoughts. And when my life started to fill again with light, I didn’t have the desire I once had for canvas.
The other day, though, the sun was shining, I had a fresh cup of coffee, and the pink dogwood tree outside the window was in full bloom, so I walked to the art supply store and bought a canvas. I started sketching and sketching and then came up with these, which I’m calling the Layer Cake series. They make me hungry.