(I don’t know if this should be first or third person…so I’m just going to babble…)
I am an awkward twenty-something. Teacher by profession, artist by need. I seek to know, love, and embrace the beauty of this world and its occupants. You can find my blog, “A Painters Perspective by clicking here. Follow Heather on twitter: @artistandfriend
F.ART—Ruminations on faith, art, culture and the effects of splatter paint.
What I love most about art, is the mystery. Ever tried to find meaning in a Jackson Polluck painting? It looks like the product of a toddler’s tantrum. I love that I can stare at a piece of art for hours and not have a damn clue as to the message being conveyed. Takes the pressure off of forced interpretation.
I fell in love with art in elementary school…exploring techniques, making messes, and licking chocolate pudding “paint” off of construction paper…it was a long bus ride home, don’t judge. Over the last twenty years, my admiration and borderline obsession with the methods and mediums of artistic expression have resulted in a transformation of mind, body, and spirit.
Art is my method of renewal after an arduous day, my avenue of connecting with the community, loving others, and attempting to ascertain the myriad of religious and spiritual possibilities that have enveloped my world since childhood.
With art, I am simply…free.
If only I felt free in all parameters of my life. If only there was no need to create colorful decoupage to find the courage to be myself, to be adventurous, and be strengthened to approach a world that often frightens me. Though I must admit, I rather like the way art enhances my perspective. It’s like a friend and confidant..one that brings a brilliant array of joy to my life. And I absolutely love that I don’t have to completely define or understand it. Preserves the mystery.