Feelings are a powerful thing. The drive us to make rash decisions and burn us as much as they sooth us. Emotions are the gift that holds a heavy curse, you can’t have the joy without the pain right? Well I made this piece when I was feeling emotional, really emotional actually. That is what art is, its your emotions and freedom from them in a way. Like a single drop of water is your existence, and the world below is the ocean. You suffer as you fall darkening and changing until you can’t fall anymore. You hit the world beneath you and break apart as each dark and strange color spirals away from you unfolding in beautiful spirals and twists. Like a drop of ink you color the water around you only lasting for a moment but serene and beautiful as you go. You may dissolve into that ocean but the parts of you that you leave behind are the barest tints of color and the memory of those gifted enough to see it. Being an artist means being brave, as in having the courage to paint what is real to you. Its a scary thing to give the world a chance to judge you, to know you. If you can do it though, remember three things: One, you should never lie in art- the best creations come from the truths we keep inside ourselves. Two, art is yours, and yours alone. There is only one of you in the entire world so there is no way to really compare your art with anyone else. Three, never give up. The greatest of views are only after the steepest and most dangerous of climbs. True with rock climbing and with being an artist. Life is a cruel place at times but it gives us nature, it gives us inspiration and pure happiness. Whatever form these things take for you chose to remember them. Even if that means you paint the darkest of things to keep them from consuming you. Life is moving forward, flying or falling, we move.
So, to get back to this piece I think that it shows a battle, or rather the end of one. It shows how we race into battle to fight for what we believe in, even if it hurt us. We fight and we move until there is nothing left to push us forward. This doesn’t mean a physical battle but rather one in my mind. One where I made mistakes and hurt people both close to me and those that are standing in my way. I battled myself inside the arena of my own mind until I was thrown to the ground and forced to face up to some pretty deep realizations. Not very fun but necessary. As much as facing my mistakes hurts I can’t avoid them… but I can paint them to get through it. So this is here for you to see, to judge, to know. Art is expression and sometimes this is mine.