Music has always been a huge part of my life. And so has painting. I didn't really make the connection between the two until I recently ran into this quote,
"after silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressable is music"
This is how I also feel about painting. Somehow both music and painting releases me from the harshness of conscious thought. Right? It manages to transport you to another realm. Getting lost in the words, and the music, and/or the paint, allows you to forget the bullshit of life. It gives you space to dream and to think and to release. Who needs therapy when all you have to do is pick up an album you really love and crank it up to a million, and grab some paint and canvas and go to town. Put the two together and you get magic. Bam!
In a nutshell, I don't think I could live in a world without music or paint.
There are a few music artists that I hold sacred at the moment: Bruce Springsteen (of course), old favorites Melissa Etheridge and Sinead O'Connor, and most recently, Damien Rice.
I've come to realize why I love their music so damn much... and what they have in common that I think I'm so attracted to. I adore music that starts off slow and methodic that gradually leads you to this loud, beating, cacophonous hysteria, and then back down again. Music that bellows with intensity, and rawness, cutting deep with words and music that gradually gets your heart racing. You know what I'm talking about... the kind of music that makes you want to jump out of your chair and just shake your ass, and do the air guitar thing, with sheer and utter abandon, leaving you breathless and sweaty. Yep. That's what I'm talking about.
I've noticed that the types of faces I paint also contain this kind of madness and rawness. Faces that are taken to the extreme of emotion. There's nothing gentle or quaint about the faces I paint... not so much the faces themselves, but the mood I manage to capture in the face. Strange that. Interesting that.
My 17 year old nephew, Max, walked past some of my current works still in progress, hanging on the walls, and said, whilst suddenly shuddering,
" your faces freak me out "
This made me so happy. It created a reaction in him. I want my paintings to stir emotions. Why did he find them, "freaky"? What was it in the faces that made him shudder? What emotion was it that sparked that feeling of 'fear' or 'uneasiness'? This is what fascinated me. Was there something in the paintings he was connecting with? Ha! My art made him feel something, which is the ultimate goal, no?. I know what my paintings mean to me, but what does it mean to you? how has it moved you?
I paint in the same way I digest certain types of music. If my paintings makes your heart beat a little faster, if you get emotionally pulled in, than I've done my job as an artist, just as a musician does with her instruments.
"when someone shares their favorite songs with you, embrace them, because they're giving you a small glimpse into their soul"
So next time I share particular songs or painting with you on facebook, or my blog, listen well... you may just learn a little something about me.
And on that note, I'll leave you with this incredible performance of Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan, I Remember - but you HAVE to listen right to the end... and then tell me your mind wasn't blown..!! xoxo