On Instagram, there is a hashtag I follow called: Post Minimalism. I end up every day, about eighty percent of the time liking all the work, so I decided to look up the term. I feel stupid, but I had never heard of that phrase before. Turns out it is a rebellion against minimalism in the early seventies. New Artists came up with new pieces that dealt with irregular forms of expression. So, I started thinking about this, and realized…some of my work might fall in that category, and if not, I am definitely interested in the future.
This piece of mine I hold dear to my heart: Life Lines is proof of this point.
Post Minimalism crosses paths with Conceptualism. I painted this piece, wanting badly for it to be seen as a cross between conceptual, and even surrealism. As I made the blocks, I hated that they were straight. I wanted them loose, and irregular, so I spent two weeks on this painting trying to get it right. My experimentation with “messy geometrics” as I call it might after all, have a name all along. May as well call it Post Minimalism and get it over with. Sounds more sophisticated and stuffy for a piece that is much deeper, but that is the point of the art movement that coined that phrase.
Mark Rothko, however was a basic minimalist. I saw a documentary on him, and was deeply moved. He would sit for weeks staring at a painting, because he wanted badly to show the emotion he wanted others to see, and did not know how to do it. Some look at Rothko’s art and think it is basic and boring, but these people’s minds are not deep enough then. Some stand before them, and cry. That is what he wanted. I have always wanted my work to hit the core of a human being in places they never thought about before.
When I paint, you can all but see the struggle on my face, as I try to convey a message of emotion. At the same time, there is peace within as I paint out my expression, fully and with as much vigor as I can.
I worry my work, some of it, will be too much for some people. Take the above painting: Unwavering. It was not meant to look like a blood bath. Some might think it is macabre. It was painted with the most beautiful ideas of love.
I do not want to sacrifice who I am for “pretty” paintings, and then I always worry once I put them up, that they will never sell, because people want nice images to look at. But as a struggling new Artist, I just have not meant the right people yet who understand my work, and hardly anyone knows I exist currently, so that makes it difficult.
I realize that I am a true experimental Artist. Anything goes with me as long as it conveys what I want it to convey. Staying inside of boxes that are neat, and perfect has never been me as a person, and my work reflects deeply who I am.
To see my Shop go here