Working Hands, Working Together
Above L to R: Camino Encanto, acrylic on paper, 18 x 24 inches; Say Mrs. Sippy, acrylic on canvas, 24 x 36; Learning To Become Objects, acrylic on canvas, 24 x 36
When I started painting with my other hand, I knew the day would come when there would be a convergence of both hands. The paintings above are the beginning of that journey which is a journey of distillation and memory along with the examination of familial dynamics that haunt me today.
I refuse to call this art therapy, and I won’t allow you to call it that, either. It’s not. It’s more psychoanalysis than art therapy.
Camino Encanto is the first painting, and is on paper. Not quite having the courage or confidence to move right on to canvas, paper was the appropriate media for the initial experiment. Immediately, the response to this new approach was incredibly positive, and I felt that I could trust myself and my processes and both my hands.
There is a conversation I have with myself regarding this new direction, “Who’s the artist?” “I am.” “Then paint it however you like.”
I’m digging this liberation.