I'm in my seventies now and I just read something that made my whole life, and my art, make sense. I was amazed that a total stranger had nailed it for me. Sometimes artistic expression has no words because words haven't been put together in just the right way yet. I read a quote from a book about childhood trauma and how memories can become fractured as a protective mechanism. I've been breaking down and fracturing images that I want to paint "because it felt right." I didn't even know why. Now I do. Now the Broken Places series of tree bark paintings makes even more sense. I'm glad I just kept going, following the feelings, because I ended up right here in my fractured fairy tale, happily ever after.
Enjoyed the story and the artwork!
Wow! Same bold use of color! Nice change of pace from the tree bark multi-trip-tych! Looking forward to your next piece... perhaps a portrait?