This painting was made in spirit of things that belong somewhere, yet still don't.
In my new venture as full time artist, I feel finally in my right place again. Yet sometimes I feel it looks something like this. Sure a ship belongs in water, but not all bodies of it.
I grew up at the oceanside, where Tall Ships came the summer I turned 10.
My father was a translator for the ship from France! As a perk, we went aboard their ship and attended a evening party under a tent filled with band music (and drinks, merriment). It is the only time I ever saw my parents dance together. They moved like the gliding of Fred and Ginger. A secret talent revealed! I will never forget it, even when everyone else has.
Have you ever heard a ship creak?
The painting title is a play on words ;)
Im positive a tall ship in this creek would creak.
walking in woods in Pennsylvania my self portrait
what is going on?
Forced by some 'events' in my life, I took a few years away from publicly creating artworks. By not moving forward, "moss gathered".
Now forcing myself back on track, kicking my etsy shop back in gear, is what this portrait 'is about'.
walking in Pennsylvania, feeling my movement begin.
Breathing in witness to water and plants and airs swirling life stew, feeling myself coated in moss from my stagnant art time. I am honest with myself that time has passed and is coming- as I am here.I invite you to forgive my absence and join me reconnecting to paint~