“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”
Vincent Willem van Gogh
Now, I wouldn’t say I dream my art work, I certainly dream my stories. There are stories I dream and the next day I must write the concept down and add it to my pile of never published half written novels. Art work is different. It’s a picture in my mind. One that will not go away. It’s an emotion, a feeling, in visual form and the only way for me to process it is to draw it out. To play around with the finer details of it all. Sometimes it turns into a prayer, other times it’s purely cathartic, and very much represents where my head space is at during that precise moment in time.
Breathe One and Breathe Two started life as these pictures, an emotion in my mind that wouldn’t go away until I had drawn them out. Two very clear pictures of two women and as I created them they produced different colours. Both calming, both grounded, both pausing during their days to breathe. Something deep and regulating. And now every time I see them I find myself taking such a breath. This is why they made it to the prints I wanted to sell so then others may hang one of them on their wall and do the exact same thing when they walk past, whilst they’re rushing to head out the door, or heading up to bed after a long day.
Lindsay
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