Art- the glorious subtance of the invisible
I have been in art longer than I am old it seems, especially drawing. It has always been something the good Lord put in my spirit. The last ten years I have been involved in art licensing and worked primarily digitally . Then, I would like to say suddenly,(but of course it wasn't) I started to miss the joy, and tactile sense, of working with brushes, palette knife and pencil in hand, capturing every last detail. As a result my style changed radically, as did my production rate. I now takes me at least a month to do what used to be a week. It is a trade off, but the payoff is; you end up with a final product with a soul, a tangible substance, a solidified vision and a concrete portion of the reality you live in! That appeases my creative soul like nothing else.
I am a cubist at heart and find myself forever finding the subtle yet complex planes and lines of connection in every subject, both within itself and the space it occupys. Almost like a puzzle, each and everything has a cause and effect.
I was once asked if I felt my art was relevant. I feel beauty is always relevant, It is my job to negotiate the path between pretty and true beauty and my work is infused with the energy of hyper sight. That is not to imply hyper realism but a heightened sense of seeing what is really there and always has been, if only we would take the time to stop and bear it witness. My art celebrates the "presence of being" in the here and now, recording that moment when the mundane finally has it's 15 seconds of glory, and is found beautiful. It wouldn't change the world, but will hopefully give it pause.