Profiles In Paint
"Lust and Bad Breath"
Unleash the Gremlins in your head via paint on canvas, and you will find peace.
Art Therapy pulled me out of a dark place you may find yourself in. Profiles In Paint is solely therapeutic selfishness, so if and when you need it, I hope this helps open the doors and free the Gremlins.
Join me on this journey. You might need this mental GPS to light the way out of your dark places.
INTRODUCTION
ABOUT
It started when I was diagnosed with Cancer.
My art, if you call it that, is never planned. It just comes from the hand to the canvas; you may see it as garbage or find it interesting. I hope you enjoy it as each piece has meaning, and if you look closely, you will see things. Those "things" appear as I paint, it is never planned ;)
For those that are in that "dark place," I hope my story and how I crawled out of my abyss helps. For those that just want to look at some weird ass paintings, have at it. I hope you see some of the things I saw in them. If it helps I will try to give each one what I was expressing for whatever reason, remember, the hand and the canvas has a mind of their own, or maybe it is the tequila.
The ability to disappear from reality, even for a short period of time, is a survivor tool. No one escapes reality, but you can create a space and an activity that will pull you into a secure womb, where time, sound, and stress are blocked. Although never painted anything in my life, when I put the brush with paint in my hand and applied it to the canvas, it was like a faucet opened and all the anger, stress, resentment and pain flowed from my mind and demonstrated itself on the canvas.
My first painting after dianoses was simply a pissed off man with something ugly going on, something evil in me and this is how I saw it. Cude as hell, ugly as shit, but damn it felt good creating that bastard and exposing him.
My work would later take on much lighter meaning, colors and I allowed the paint to take create, not me ...and the things I saw in those paintings.
My Second painting still reflectiing the dark reality of something eating away at me from the inside out (what was going on in my head anyway). As gross as it looks, getting this feeling out of my system was an enormous relief. Freaked my wife out but I was slowly finding there was something to this process.
