I have been returning to the beach. I have to change my life. I have to get back to work. I need to paint. Here are a few of my pieces made in the confines of a treatment center. Here I used the things I found on the short walks between buildings. Most natural and some discarded trash. The fixatives were found in the art therapy room.
This one is slightly more minimalist. Crushed rocks and dries palo verde tree blossoms make up the colors and sheens.
My inspirations lately have been photos and feelings. Reading about Joan Mitchell and her connection to memory is spurring me to paint more with my memory and connection to a place and less with an image. This is a turning point for me.
When I am here I feel the waves as they crash or whisp upon the shore. I absorb every step and every breath. When I close my eyes and stand still I can feel it all wash over me.
How do I translate this to a visual?