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Art
has always been a part of my journey. My mother is an
artist, and when I was younger, my best friend was an
artist. I never wanted to draw or paint because I always
felt as if I didn't want to compete with them. I never
thought of myself as a painter. Now my best friend lives
in New York and works in business, having given up art
ten years ago; and I am the artist.
When
I was seventeen years old, I left home and went to Vassar
College to pursue an English Major. I found myself drawing
and painting in my room late at night and becoming more
and more interested in art. I was liberated from measuring
myself up to the work of others, and I began to develop
my own style. By my junior year, I decided to study
abroad in France and I dedicated myself completely to
art. I took life-drawing and painting classes at L'Ecole
des Beaux Arts, and a drawing class at Sorbonne. It
was an incredible experience for me. When I returned
to Vassar, I was able to audit two painting classes
during my senior year and even exhibit some of my work.
Upon
graduating, I returned to Los Angeles to pursue a career
in acting and music, but found myself continually drawn
back to painting and began taking a life drawing workshop
and painting in my small studio apartment.
When
I paint, I find tranquility in the concentration and
the experience of painting. I find great solace in whatever
lies within my imagination. Even the act of putting
colors onto the palette, smelling the paint, and dipping
my brush into the water, quiets my mind. The vibrant
colors and the textures produce an energy, a vitality,
that I haven't found elsewhere. As I paint, I find myself
slowing shifting and then settling into the work, developing
a trust in my brush. George Tooker once said: "Painting
is an attempt to come to terms with life." I agree
with him; painting is an expression of the artist as
well as the subject. We cannot separate who we are from
our creations. Art has been the only thing I've ever
found that distinguishes me in this vas universe, that
gives me a reason to rise each morning with a sense
of purpose. Sometimes I paint to let go, sometimes to
tell a story that needs to be told, to find compassion
or love, or to mourn a loss; but once it is created
with paint, I am freed from it because art heals.
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