There is a style of art that has evolved for me over many years that I return to again and again no matter what else I dabble in. It is my favorite and has produced pieces that are deeply important to me. They speak to me on some level that I can’t quite put into words. I think that may be why, up till now, I’ve never shared them with anyone other than my husband. I’m getting braver that way.
When I began exploring this style, as it emerged from somewhere within me, I finally felt good about my art. Before I had always tried to force myself to be a realist in art and had never been satisfied with the outcome, even, looking back, when a piece was actually really good. Going abstract seemed to help me out of that limiting and judgmental place when it came to my art and I’ve discovered that, for me, art is a therapy, a meditation that gets me out of my head, and something that I have come to love.
The pieces below took varying lengths of time to finish, from a couple hours to several months. All the tiny details can take a great deal of time and can also be taxing to my wrist, so I often have to break them up in to more manageable chunks, especially the larger ones.
The mediums are pen, colored pencil, colored pen, watercolor, watercolor pencil, and water color crayon.
Below are several samples from over the years.