This piece was another originally a picture of a tree and some stars and then I just said no. Then it was red. Then it just became a page in my sketchbook and a way to get out what I needed to say but had no one to told. 
 
I didn't used to consider myself a painter, if you handed me a pencil I wouldn't know what to do with it. But, after having a year to just make without instruction, guidance, or a prompt I finally found my own path and style of painting. I've secretly been working on two different collections for the past year and both heavily influenced this work but provided me with the experience to find an innate and natural way of making that felt true to me. Since this happened it almost feels like there aren't enough canvasses in the world to fill all the compositions that are constantly floating around my mind. 
 
These pieces are purely were created absent mindedly, in a meditative or manic state. These pieces lived with me in my bedroom for a month and became a journal of what I was feeling, thinking and going through and now exist as a representation of this incredibly troubling time in my life. At the end of the day it's nice to know that beauty can always come from the darkest experiences. 
 
Mediums: Sharpie Acrylic Paint Marker, Acrylic Paint, Something I wanted to tell someone that wasn't here.
Canvas type: Canvas Flat
Dimensions: 5 x 7 in.