🚧WORK IN PROGRESS🚧
We are not matchers. We are makers. I am no longer interested in the photo-real. Show me a painting. Stop making the paint be what it isn’t. Stop being something you aren’t.
This is just as much a painting as it is an imprint of my own emotional architecture directly applied layer after layer. Blending paint, bending myself into the weave of the canvas.
There is a pull toward this vision to see the threads that connect all of us. Does anything bring people together more than images?
The moment you realize that painting is neither a mirror nor a window, you will understand freedom. Painting is a container of you, minus everything else in the world. And it takes a lot of living to fill.
Freedom has a face. It’s a face of wildness that makes no apologies for being exactly how it is. The trick is to be able to walk around all day without hiding it.
Artists can be quite broken people. We create and then ask people if they like it. But the real pay off is the wild, and you know the taste.
Oil on canvas 18x24”.
Aliza and Her Monsters