Hi everyone. I'm a bit new to blogging so I thought I'd start out by introducing a piece I did a long time ago. My husband is very fond of telling the story behind this particular piece, so trying to tell you the story myself seems like a good place to begin. It's called Unconsciousness
About ten years ago, I took a three year course in Automotive and Product Design in Coventry England. In one of my classes there, we tried a rather unusual sketching exercise.
The objective of the exercise was simple: Take a large sheet of paper and, without looking or concentrating on the piece, scribble - and let your mind wander as you do. After about 15 minutes I stopped and we were told to take an eraser to our work and use it to bring out and highlight what had begun to take shape. We went back and scribbled and erased one more time before calling it quits.
I don't know what everything in the piece means. Nor am I sure who all the figures represent (though I recognise my son flying and my sister dancing with no trouble). I do, however, feel a genuine sense of self when I look at it. I've caught my husband in a daze just staring at it. Whatever it is, it's honest. I think the feeling of having expressed myself, in a way that transcends words, is the single biggest reason I paint.
Welcome to my blog. Come again soon. ;)
