By nature, I feel a deep connection to art that seems lost, maybe a bit displaced and unattached to one specific medium. Though, within these 'theme-less' creations, lie a beauty - an uncontaminated truth that speaks without words, yet has the ability to stop one dead in her tracks, forcing those fortunate few to re-evaluate the meaning of life...how they live or don't live.
Drawn to the art of collage, I have a deep appreciation for work of abstract expressionists and surrealists, such as Jasper Johns, Robert Rauschenberg & Salvador Dali. Captured by their expressive use of somber hues and muted tones, I am overcome with an aura of familiarity and unity, yet somehow the evoking of such powerful emotions leave me without words...this connection or pull I feel towards their art proves to me that this strive, this reaching for some sort of individuality/originality exists only in ones' own mind. To me, all art, no matter how abstract or realistic, has been created before and will be created again and again...
Art which has the power to evoke deep-rooted emotions - the ability to surpass all thought and preconceived notions, an unguided truth of some sort - art which engulfs your being - full of naivete & peace...anchoring all beauty to your very core - to me, that's true art. Paintings, a photograph and intricately assembled coves are more than artistic adornments for the lifeless, white walls and vast, empty shelves...they are simple truths, yet hidden in a way...rearing their beauty at times when we need it most. These artistic emotions, for the most part, silently linger in the background - waiting for a moment - some open space, any space - to breathe...
