As a culture we walk a fine line. Struggling to balance the stresses in our lives. We battle between choosing inactive activities that allow us to hibernate and turn off our brains, and choosing hobbies that will enrich our lives. I paint secluded, vacant, zombie-like figures; who have relaxed in their habits until they have lost time. They have anesthetized themselves and become sluggish, jaundiced, and so lacking muscle tone that they hang over their chairs and defy anatomy. Opposing these figures are the ornery, striped pirates; waking up on the wrong side of the bed, they are more alert, and as a result, more grumpy. It”s well worth some pouting and furrowed brows to be certain that we don”t sleepwalk through our lives (If I were you, I”d put my money on the pirates).
The most an artist can do is paint the things they know and hope other people see things from a new angle. What I know is that if it were not for the act of painting, I would be lost to the worlds I paint.