I remember buying my first painting. Well, I didn’t buy it. I rather bought the art supplies the artist needed.
Actually, I didn’t have the money to purchase those art supplies, so I had to pawn my laptop to get the money to purchase those art supplies.
Yeah… fun times.
But I was in love.
I was in love with the shapes, the colors, the way an empty canvas could come to life.
In was in love with the human soul being able to express itself through the stroke of a brush.
I was in love with the fact that the creative process was utterly and inconsolably lonely by nature; the artist works alone, and this is, dare I say, godlike in a way. Maybe all great and precious things require that we spend time alone, finding ourselves, figuring out who that self is and how to best explain it to the strangers that live just outside the four walls we call home.
I was in love with the idea of owning something that might, somehow, live forever.
And I’ve never quite recovered from this. Never fell out of love.
I still love art.
I love art in such a way that I feel confined by the words that I use to describe my love. These words, they are a prison for me.
I cannot call a place “home” without my art being placed strategically within its four walls. I just can’t. My art goes with me wherever I go. The art that I had to pay for in money, time, energy, and emotion. The art that I fell in love with at first sight and had to have it.
There are works of art so beautiful that I wish everyone in the world could be made aware of their existence.
This is why I created this website. This is why I created our e-store.
And if you wish to check some of the art that I love, maybe even purchase an art print to hang on your wall, you can do so by clicking this link here.
It would mean the world to me.