My abstract art evolves like life.

My abstract art evolves like life. It starts out messy and chaotic. I focus on the next right step and trust that everything will eventually work together for good. Intuitively, I layer with color, texture, and expressive marks. For a while, individual facets may not necessarily relate. Then all of a sudden, magic happens and clarity begins to surface. Balance finds its way into the chaos and creates meaning. Shapes take form and I find myself solving a puzzle with clues that have been there all along.

What works? What doesn't? Decisions are made regarding what to keep, what to lose, and perhaps, what to bring back. Sometimes it's difficult to tell. I proceed anyway. Rarely is any move so permanent that it cannot be undone, or recovered. What appeared to be a crazy, disjointed mess becomes intentionally simplified in order to place emphasis on what matters most. I see now how every single stroke had its purpose, regardless of what remains visible in the end.

In life and art, my perfectionist seldom tells me that I'm good enough, or that a piece is “done,” but I've learned to ignore her deception. Life, my work, my art—they are not done, but this is where I am today. Not where I used to be and not where I will be. I'm merely Finding the Gift each day, stopping at interesting places and letting my creativity flow. As I step out of my comfort zone to show more of my true colors, I hope others will be inspired to follow their own heart and do the same.