“Color is my day-long obsession, joy, and torment. To such an extent indeed that one day, finding myself at the deathbed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself in the act of focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face.” – Claude Monet
“Life is about using the whole box of crayons.” – RuPaul
Since the beginning of the COVID-19 house arrest, I started a new series of paintings – colored stripes, one touching the other. The vision is to create an analogous composition and continually remember that the way I see one color is seldom as it is but in-relation to the adjacent color. There are infinite variations, many types of colors, and brushes; in other words – the exploration is endless.
There are many ways to quiet down the mind at times of fear and high anxiety; some are destructive in the long run. Of those that are not, I am always drawn into making art, working with my hands, and letting the mind be in the zone.
When I reach the point of flow in the painting process, my mind is so concentrated on the brush’s tip that I am becoming one with it. Sometimes, the paint’s viscosity is so soft, and even that it feels like butter and produces long uniform lines with one stroke. Other times, the paint is thick like cement and must be laid dot by dot.