I hate to disappoint, so I'm just going to fess up ahead of time: I don't do normal. If you've seen my paintings you've likely realized that I left normal in the parking lot and dropped the keys. I hang out a little west of normal where things look sort of familiar but in an unfamiliar, slightly more enchanted way. There are so many sad and unpleasant realities in the world, why not spend some time in one that's more magical, more hopeful, and has no traffic congestion? How do we envision a better world if we spend all our time looking at what we think is wrong with it? Chances are, if you liked my work enough to check out my blog, you're probably a little weak on normal too, so things should be just fine!
Why am I telling you this? Because this blog is about my art, which means, by default, it's also about me - hence the name, "ARTobiographical". There won't be any technical tips on drawing and painting. I'm not going to tell you how I just finished a mixed media painting that is “x” by “y” inches big and available on a multitude of products in my shop – that's what the “recent news” spot on the homepage is for. My intention is to invite you further into my paintings in a different form; to give you a peek into how my creations germinate and then grow into the offerings I eventually share with you on the website. It's to help you get to know me a little, so that my art feels more like a comfortable chat with a friend.
So, come journey with me. Grab a hot drink, pull up a chair, and put “normal” on the back burner for later. Pack your rune stones and your sense of adventure. I love maps – especially antique ones with elaborate drawings in the corners and fancy script lettering – but where we're going we won't be able to chart on a map. Even if we could, it would be found in a completely different place tomorrow. Here we travel by instinct and animal tracks, and chasing bird calls in the gloaming. Tuck a feather behind your ear; strap on some bear bells; and if you kept that secret decoder ring from the Crackerjack box when you were ten, then by all means, get that out too, it could be useful! We're going spelunking in my imagination after all. It can be a dangerous place full of twists and turns, and steep drops. Wear a pith helmet and bring a flashlight … and a digeridoo. Okay, I'm sort of joking about the digeridoo, but not really.
I'll meet you back here when the paint dries!