I hadn’t played with paint in six months. I was practicing focus. I focused on writing music and writing a novel. No painting. It physically hurt, in the chest, the heart, aching to not touch paint. I dreamed of walking into the art supply story. When June arrived, I reached my finish line and finally, in disbelief, walked down the aisles of colorful tubes. I hauled a giant roll of canvas three hours across the island. I spread out a sarong on the floor of my balcony. In the only shady spot I could find, I cracked open color and spread it around. My fingers had been longing to touch the cool acrylic paint for months and finally, I was covered it. It was all over my knees and the floor. My subconscious expressed its gatherings. I had been living amongst tropical coral reefs, reading beside the turquoise pool surrounded by bouganvilleas.
These paintings will be for sale in my online shop as originals and Gilcee prints.
Studio members get first dibs on new paintings.
The two paintings below were the palettes used in the making of this collection; the canvases where I prepared the paint, emptied the brushes and swirled around globes of excess paint. These are the byproduct pieces of this collection. The wild unplanned nature of the palettes usually appeals to me. The byproducts of my artwork — palettes, brush handles, dropcloths, paint splatter on my clothing and legs etc… is a joy. While I’m focused on one work, life is making a pretty mess elsewhere that I get to realize and appreciate later. Everything we do leaves footprints and surprises elsewhere.
Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde