I couldn't leave the words in this piece, it was too much for me to wake up and see everyday, so a sky it became. The heavy texture I think are very telling of how impatient and unconcerned I was while making this. I just needed to paint a house, my house, a home, our home. The birds (a recurring motif) appear here in light and dark along with a question mark maybe because I don't know where home is anymore and maybe that's why that this house almost appears to be floating in space. The windows weren't just a way to look out, they were an escape. 
 
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: Soft Pastel, Hard Pastel, Oil Pastel, Acrylic Paint, Posca Markers, Color Pencils, Vine Charcoal, Charcoal Pencil, A question I already knew the answer to
Canvas type: Wood Panel
Dimensions: 8x8x0.75 in.