It’s been a year or so now since my wife passed away and it’s been a whirlwind and I decided to take apart an old box set I had done for my daughter’s room and strip it down and redue a new piece for my bedroom. This piece was of experiments, happy mistakes, and putting together a visual reminder for what my healing was looking like if I were to have a visual of transformation of change…
I started with base paint washes and then added 2 texture layers while continuing to up base painted layers to kick things off before the fun stuff. After a few days of drying, did some spot varnishes, and then moving forward with a mixing process of fresh base acrylics while doing a wash, using a water bottle spray, to then mixing a combo of spray paints, metallics, and spray gloss lacquer at the same time until I molded it the way I wanted. Mixing oil base and water through a process brought a defined separation pattern and bubbling I liked.
MIXED MEDIUM ABSTRACT ART
MEDIUMS & SYMBOLIC USAGE
Utilizing the greens was symbolic of growth and life taking over. The mixes of the magentas, and purples are the colors of the healing and scabbing process when transformation comes from the healing over time. To help reinforce this was the textures of cracks, bumps, bruises, and pealing effects to symbolize the wreckage of sorts, battered, and bruised.
Sometimes we want to keep opening up the wounds, preventing the healing process, we fight, struggle, and sometimes wrestle within of wanting something fast “but yet have to allow time to take care of it” while staying on the narrow path from what you have learned.
It was time to let go.
Stripping & Sanding
Second Base Paints
Combo Mix Process
Embracing the process
Surrendering and slowing down my life, getting rid of everything, while embracing what was, what is, to make the necessary change in our lives for myself and my daughter. This was a transformation of sorts, many stages, as it wasn’t an overnight click of a button fix ~ “nor a fun process”, however a healing and forgiving process.
I’ve realized that it’s always ongoing much like a revolving door of life evolving, however, I wanted to remember this and the stages daily of where I had come from & gone through over the years fighting for my daughter.
It’s now something to wake up to every morning that keeps me in check.