Delicious and dreamy and only a little spooky...
Be still, my pastel goth heart. I was working for hours the other night, a little on one piece, a little on another. Starting some layers on a bigger canvas, but not really getting into the flow of any one thing. That’s just how it is. Sometimes, I like a piece, it’s not finished, but I’m sort of afraid to ruin it because I’m not sure what it needs yet. So I let it sit, and think about it, and see if anything ever becomes overwhelmingly evident.
I knew what I wanted to do with these when I started them, but they were so pretty in their sherbet and salt water taffy colors that I knew I needed just the right thing to seep down through. I’ve really been liking the fluidity of alcohol ink, and how it can move around the textured forms more freely, and transparently than the other fluid mediums I’ve been trying. But the seeping couldn’t be taken back… but I did it, and it was exactly what I wanted. <3
These paintings remind me of the deep dark nights of summer in my youth, sharing my grandma’s sherbet, with it’s sweetness and refreshing tartness. The warmth and the cool coming together. The damp grass, the lightning bugs (in Noctilucent). As an adult, the breeze and heat and sand on Tybee Island, eating organic peach sorbet from the farmer’s market - just before I had a major breakdown. (in Sherbe(r)t Nocturne). These pieces contain the physical sensations of moments of joy, and the contrast that is brought by illness, pain, and the intermingling of these that define family and being human.