Ruthlessly autobiographical
I am obsessively driven
by the intensity of my feelings.
I strip my feelings to the bare bone and speak of what is in my heart. And for any lack of objectivity, everything I paint is what I truly think and feel. Creative audacity is my way of dealing with chaotic thoughts, behaviours and unmanageable emotions.
My world exploding from within ~ imexplode, pretty clever isn’t it?
My story and purpose in this life, is precisely about navigating those waves of divine frustration. The deepest currents of life. I anchor my feelings through art and see absolutely no distinction between art and the self. Art is a necessity for the sense of self it gives me.
And so my story unfolds in the Ocean World. A powerful sanctuary, an inner retreat of peace. I choose the ocean because it feels limitless and immortal. Waters are the beginning and end of all living things on planet Earth. On the most basic level, water conveys a sense of place, a sense of belonging. It feels safe in the water, just like being in a maternal womb.
I am coasting through this imaginary space, against all forces of evil from the outside, traumatised earthy world. Every interaction and identification with the real world is simply drama unfolding. By creating distance from the real world drama, I connect with my truth. My art is all about living in my own vibrational truth. I then let that truth leak into the world for other people to see and (possibly) match the frequency of their own truth, in their lives. Let me say than again: Their own truth.
The ocean feels so pure and clean. Crystal, clear blue waters represent clarity of mind. Water flows in a continues path without needing to be pushed. It becomes a metaphor for freedom. The strongest weapon of the believer.
But this wouldn’t be the ocean without some scary depths, right? Because in the deep depths of the ocean, the light becomes diffused, vaguely like a twilight zone. It’s where lights fade away and darkens dominates. Not the safest place to be in, I free dive into the black chaos of my soul.
Throughout a shark’s mask with its mouth wide open revealing those infamous rows of razor sharp teeth, my soul has been set up for this. I am absolutely enjoying this inward turn of introspection. Intrigued, somehow captivated by this journey. To weather the storms of life. To free dive towards the deepest depths of my soul.