After the first three months of treatment, there was a shift. New medicine, and the first signs of spring, changed my perspective. It was like coming out of the theater after seeing a really long movie, disoriented, and it’s still daytime. I couldn’t see the light on the horizon yet, but I knew now that I would make it through the treatments. I hadn’t died. I started each picture at the bottom of the page; creating abstract layers, horizontal, vertical and 3D, with watercolor and oil pastels. I enjoyed the process of dripping, blending and sculpting the colors, pulling them through the various layers to break through to the top. With each picture I completed, I felt like I had climbed out of a hole.
-Exerpt from "The Artful Warrior, How painting helped me survive cancer".
2 comments:
Thank you- that is amazing. I appreciate being able to read your words along with the image.The image - even without the words- is powerful, especially the dripping.
I felt my heart fill when i read - "pulling them (the colors) through the various layers to break through to the top. With each picture I completed, I felt like I had climbed out of a hole." There is something about your process - of something coming up through layers to break through that is quite beautiful.
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