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Honestly I had no idea where this piece was headed from start to finish, so I just let lose and let the pencil do the talking for me. The phrases "I never stopped loving you, but I think I stopped loving me.." almost make these to Panels feel like they fell out of my journal and into the shop. I love how free and flowing both of these pieces are. One more cluttered and busy the other more spacious and free. Either over congestion or nothingness. Maybe the doors lead you from one painting to the other or maybe they're just a way out. 

 

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: Acrylic Paint, Charcoal Pencil, Acrylic Paint Marker, something that will always be true

Canvas type: Hand Stretched, Gessoed

Dimensions: 5x7 in.

I never Stopped loving you... But I think I stopped loving, me...

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