My art has always been my self taught form of therapy . It started in my art journals, a place to express in images what I couldn’t always put into words. It’s been a long time since I had the motivation to paint, but recently picked up some old pieces that I had started last summer.
I worked on several paintings at once, using acrylics and collage elements in a purely intuitive way, not thinking much about the outcome, just freestyling and focusing on mark making and playing with colour.
After building up (and scraping back) several layers, I began to make more considered choices to nudge the paintings into some sort of pleasing overall composition. As well as paint, I used gel medium, charcoal, inks and pencil to add texture and colour.
I always like to sit with new paintings for a while to see if they need any finishing touches. After a few days, I looked at these with fresh eyes and I was amazed to see so much meaning in them. They speak to me of the things I have been through in the last year, the friends and family that supported me and the loss of my Dad.
Abstract art will ultimately have different meanings for every person that sees it. For me, making this little series of paintings has been very healing and I hope that resonates with anyone else who needs that right now.