The Art of Dreaming. My mother used to refer to me as the dreamer. I would dream both awake and asleep. I could find images in the cloud’s food nature. Even looking into the face of another. It sometimes got me in trouble. Especially school when a thought could take me on a thousand journeys. It was great for making art. Not so great in the business of art. It’s taken me until now to navigate my way through this gift finally. I encourage everyone to tap into their creativity. Whether it be cooking, gardening, or some other form of mind exploration. The news, social media, and trending will all be there when you return. Another hot one. Enjoy the day
A Post: Some quick, spontaneous sketches. All while taking deep breaths to slow down the pace of my day, self reflect. Future dreams are filled with love, compassion, and service. Reach out to someone. We are all in this together. Happy Saturday #findingbliss#love#compassion#service#sketchbookart
I am in search of my higher consciousness, all within the constraints of this part melanin-based vessel. Some say we arrive out of the womb already aware of our destiny. I have always gravitated toward future ideas: new approaches and ways of looking at things. I’ve been searching for humanity within the sea of infinite compassion. Simply trying to get closer to the divine. I meditate twice a day. I try to nourish my body and my soul with proper sustenance. My art practice is a continuation of these values. Often leading me into observations about this life and its consequences.
I love all of the art forms. I am most adept with pigments and painting devices. I listen to music, watch films, read constantly. Although when starting a painting, I work in silence. It gives me better clarity in developing a dialogue and a narrative within the art itself. Once the work is able to stand up; I can then begin to introduce external sounds to continue my practice.
I would say the single most reoccurring theme in my work is about identity. Especially in these times filled with such animosity towards the skin that many of my brothers and sisters inhabit. It is within this framework my paintings are born. The art, for me, is both an evaluation and validation of our existence. We exist. We are beautiful. We are powerful and humane. We are love.