art heals. it speaks. it reveals.
it has a unique way of offering a language using color, form and line to distract. a distraction that can bring joy,
laughter, hope...
art can speak to us is ways words are unable. the more you look, the more something is revealed.
art heals
health fairview ridges hospital
healing arts gallery
201 e nicollet blvd
burnsville mn 55337
march 1- 30, 2024
if you have followed me, you are aware i have many layers to my paintings.
i hide words, images, messages.
each piece has a special story to share.
art speaks. art reveals. art heals.
alison price invited me to participate in an exhibit about trees! she writes "trees are now known to share resources: water, nutrition, sugars, sunlight. they support each other within the ground, their tangled roots providing strength to one another. trees illustrate beautiful community, and we thought we would share the art forms you have created, in our beautiful community, honoring these towering organisms."
of course, i love painting trees. they are the source of many of my works and walking thru the woods have led to a number of memories being recalled and brought to fruition!
i decided to show one of my "first" abstract trees titled: circles of trust.
shortly after learning how to paint without the benefit of my eyesight AND the direction of my amazing art instructor, eric menzhuber, i decided to trust the bristles at the end of a brush! usually, i placed that confidence solely in my fingertips.
its about trees*
northrup king building
332 gallery
1500 jackson st ne
minneapolis mn 55413
meet artist: first thursday/march 7
5-9 pm
open gallery hours:
march 9, 16, 23 from 12 - 4pm
fingertips that could feel each woven, crossed intersected, thread of the canvas my medium heavy laden, impasto's fingers would deploy over the surface. with each layer, i confidently built a storied picture... replicating an image retrieved from a dream, a memory, a tactile inspiration.
this attempt to trust a brush wasn't so successful according to my son (my best/worst critic at the time)
i feared failure. i panic. i returned to my studio and wildly and wickedly threw paint in familiar circles! randomly! madly! there. happy? everyone happy now?! i muttered in frustration --
continuing my efforts to please potential viewers of my art and stave off the uncomfortable itchy-ness and the stinky sweat fear of failing brings. aagh!
i have since learned creating is a journey i have come
to respect and trust.