I love to draw and paint. I am currently working in acrylics, I have always adored creating art, but not until I jumped into daily painting in 2016, I have never learn as much as I am learning now, or have the opportunity to paint as much as I am painting now.
I love the tools of an artist, the colors, the feel of paper, the smell of paint, the sound of a brush stroke on canvas, the way a painting emerges and suggests its own direction. I am caught up in the depth and magic of painting.
The depth of painting is what makes me call myself an art "student or art learner ". There is no end of learning about art. The deeper you go into the workings of it, the more you realize there is to learn. The subtleties amaze me. The magic of painting is what happens when you look at a painting and connect with it: you can almost feel the sunshine and the warmth in the painting on your skin, or sense a cool shadow on a hot summer day, or the way spring air felt, and it is the magic in the painting that brings you that memory.
I hope to eventually paint what is NOT seen: the air and the light, smells, memories, although I have not yet been able to do that. Study and practice, practice and study…
I am still in the crafting stages of this grand study, learning how to manipulate paint to portray values, shapes and colors. Perhaps by the time I am satisfied with my technical ability, I will have realized what it is that I want to "say" with my art. I imagine it will be a mirror of sorts, to reflect what I see as the beauty in our world, or the delicacy of a flower, to bring to the viewer a bit of wonder