After two weeks of serious thinking and positve painting experiences, I am back to doing what I love. Flowers are my favorite thing to paint in this entire world. I cannot stop myself from loving them anymore than I can keep my little one from learning new words each day. I think of painting landscapes and florals as I sleep at night. There is nothing more relaxing or self expressive than nature.
As I return to painting my true passions in the studio, I offer an apology to the fans of my artwork. I am sorry for deserting you, while I searched for meaning in my artwork. The true meaning was there all along. I was searching for something I had already found, but lost sight of. As a writer tries to find their voice, an artist tries to find their sight. You see, I already knew what I love to paint. I thought it wasn't good enough anymore.
A quote my cousin shared with the world on facebook recently helped me regain my sight,
"Ink on paper is as beautiful to me as flowers on the mountains; God composes why shouldn't we?"(-Audra Foveo-Alba)So here are my latest efforts to regain my sight and allow my heart to bleed onto the canvas.