To quote Louise Doughty “Muscle has memory: the body knows things the mind will not admit.”
I agree with this concept whole heartedly. It has only been through the process of painting and allowing myself to be a conduit that I have been able to tap into the message my body has been trying to convey for the past 35 years. I have opened myself to now create portraiture from a place of ancestral memory, meaning I am not using a live model, and I am not operating from a photograph. I am recalling a memory, from a past I have not lived in this life, but one I have lived before.
Through bloodlines long dusted now presenting themselves to me through meditative visualizations I am sharing this gift. I am sharing ancestral wisdom not only from my long forgotten historical background, but yours as well. You and I are unified, and eat from the same earth that those who’ve gone before us are now growing out of. It is only natural that together we feel connected and protective over our earth and this sacred right. As I open myself more completely to the nature of our familial totemic inheritance I am finding that my spirit is feeling fulfilled. My guardianship values are deepening in an innate yearning to reconnect mankind with the wild and essential beauties surrounding us. There are untold gifts waiting to be received should we care for this planet in ways that symbiotically and ecologically allow it to care for us.
"SOLD" Through Fairweather House & Gallery. Title: The Sacred. Medium: Hand sewn P.M.D., acrylic impasto & submersed ghost netting. Size: 20X24 Price: $1,000
This piece is featured in the June issue of SW Art Magazine Under "Artists of the Pacific Northwest"
I AM the Wind
Title: I AM the Wind Medium: Hand sewn P.M.D., acrylic impasto & submersed ghost netting. Size:24X36 Price: $2,000
I AM the Wind I am every breath ever taken, Awaken.
I AM the Wind My lips carry the stories of my heart and the hearts of those you’ve never met Yet, in the stillness of the morning, you do.
I AM the Wind I call out from a time before you Where my weathered bare feet tamped down the path you now set your own feet upon
I AM the Wind The earth holds my memory And you eat of my body and remember me
I AM the Wind The confines of my mind find freedom upon the breeze caressing your skin My thoughts, a bountiful inheritance I gift to you again and again
I AM the wind I am by your side all the seasons of your life and all of the seasons of your death