A night of quiet reflection. I took this self-portrait a while ago but thought it was appropriate for tonight. I’ve been catching up on things around the house (folding laundry, dishes, etc…..it’s my Friday night ritual so that on Saturday and Sunday I can focus on other things instead of housework. I’m feeling tired. Tomorrow I meet the other artists at the Mission Cultural Center for a photo shoot. I also have to give Patricia an “artist statement” for the show.
I feel like I’ve hit a wall. I am such a visual person that I don’t know even where to begin to describe myself, much less my art. I learned to “see” before I learned to speak, write or even walk. I see the world in color and my paintings make me realize that the world is not “just black or white”.
So I am throwing this out to anyone who wants to help me with this. What do you see, feel, sense when you see my work? What does it all mean to you? How do you react when you see it?
To me they are images taken from my life’s present and past memories. Nothing complex about them. At least that’s how I feel. You get it/ them by simply looking at them. No hidden agendas. Some are silly, some are spiritual, natural, healing.
Okay is 11:30 and my head hurts I’ve hit the wall so hard….. any suggestions?
If you’re not familiar with my work, but want to help me with this go to www.sandiafria.com