November 8th, 2008 - November 7th, 2009
1 YEAR, 10,202 PIECES, & ME
On November 8th, 2008, I started on a path of creativity, that I had no initial idea of what the outcome would be. As far as I knew on that day I was only commemorating my love for my cat named after Jackson Pollock (his story is at the bottom) that had just passed away on that day. I created four new paintings on 11"x14" paper and they were just completely different from any work I had done before so I numbered, signed & dated them not completely understanding the reason behind this.
Jump to November 7th, 2009, I had finished creating piece #10,202. What happened between those two dates is nothing short of a creative miracle that I alone only have memories of.
This was a year that changed the way I created and the way I thought about how I created. Judgment about how I created my work rarely came up anymore after this because when you have on average 27.47 pieces of work to create in a day there is no room for it, you just DO IT! I know, don't laugh at the cliche so hard but its true. Isn't that what Abstract Expressionism is about anyway?
Everyday was wide open to whatever came up and exhilarating it was. YOU should have been there:) I always knew I had this monster of a beast to create like crazy in me and boy did she come out. Just think what could have happened if I had a bigger studio and more paper. My head is already starting to spin. Yippie!!!! Like a kid in a candy store with Willy Wonka as your guide. I want this color and that color and I want it here and there and lets mix this and that over here and there and throw a little this way, where is that spray bottle of mine then voila another 27.47 pieces are done for the day so let the drying begin. (I so need a bigger place):()
Does wonders for a girls confidence level too!
As promised here is Jacksie's story:
All my friends know of this legendary cat by way of me telling the true story of how one day in May of 2006, while I was in my basement art studio, he comes through the opened awning window with something in his mouth. I only am noticing him out of the corner of my eye since I was more focused on a painting. Little did I know that this special one of a kind creature that I am forever grateful for being in my life, carried in his mouth, through the window, jumping down on to a table, then on to the floor and not more then two feet in front of me does he drop what was in his mouth and gave me the loudest meow that demanded my attention. When I finally looked at him and saw what was at his feet, I could not be anymore surprised and filled with an enormous feeling of love for this special creature that had brought me a fallen white flower from a tree on my property.
Since then I gladly boast about this amazing creature that had brought me more flowers in his life time then any human ever has. And that is only one of his amazing stories.