I was near the end of painting my summit series when life took a bad turn. It came out of nowhere. I was heading into a part of my life where all my hopes were lining up, and chaos hit. Nothing made sense. I felt like the univers had gone into a speeding spin. I lost a lot during this time and I learned from it. When everything hits at once, it is hard to do anything but you have to look up and take the next right step.
I put away my oils and canvases. Large bulky heavy materials and drawing on my inspiration from Chinese art once again, I picked up ink and paper. Ink is so black and staining yet light and fluid it seemed to match my feelings. I let loose. I let my body paint. I let my arms move without me. I let go and let the movement of the spin take me.
As time went on I reached for my oils once again and began to incorporate acrylics even oils on the surface of the paper. Art has a way of healing and revealing and this series is a representation of grief and a coming of age of sorts.