Because It Is That Deep

Home Free

Home Free

 What do you call it when for personal, financial, aspirational and/or interpersonal reasons you decide to quit your day job, leave the city, and move back home with your family who you haven’t lived with full-time since senior year of high school? Say it with me now… a mental breakd-… an artist’s retreat*! Here’s what I’ve been up to in the last month on my “creative hiatus” …
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Death of "The Chill Girl"

Death of "The Chill Girl"

Like so many people out there, I have aspired consciously and unconsciously to be “the chill girl” for far too long and it has taken much too much from me. I am in the process of a personal and artistic rebrand where I try to admit that I do in fact have wants and needs beyond what I currently have. I am determined to responsibly and mindfully stop giving into fear so that I can make the kind of art I feel called to make and manifest opportunities that are more in alignment with my goals.
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Women in a gallery looking at a minimalistic black circle painting.

“Are you pretentious?” “Maybe.” “Well, are you a good witch or a bad witch?” …

pre·ten·tious

If you say that someone or something is pretentious, you mean that they try to seem important or significant, but you do not think that they are. (Collins Dictionary)

 Just as beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, who and what is pretentious will always be contentious.

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Practicing Failure

Practicing Failure

I like to think of myself as someone who is well-versed in the art of failure. I’m not easily discouraged and, while I hold very high personal standards in a lot of areas, I’m not very hard on myself. From a very young age I had the temperament to handle a good bit of failure and to want to try new things and I had parents who pushed me to test those limits and reach my potential for failure. No parent wants to see their child struggle, but I feel really grateful for the creative and contained ways mine introduced me to rejection and disappointment. 
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My painting "Close to you": an aerial view of a couple in bed sleeping back to back. The women hold herself and looks back over her shoulder hoping he notices.

Welcome to my Taylor Swift Era

 I am in my Taylor Swift era and those who get it will get it and those who don’t can cast their judgement as I continue to use my art to illustrate my emotional experiences. So, what about my paintings right now makes me feel creatively compatible with Taylor?
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Art Therapy

Art Therapy

For the first time maybe in my life, my art has become an emotional outlet. This morning I needed to paint, not out of obligation to anyone else but out of personal necessity. It has felt so right and so special. I get to take the incessant thoughts and motifs in my head and manifest them onto my canvas.
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Life After School

Life After School

I mean no one really tells you what you can expect from life after school. How you’ll feel when September is just the month after August. This perpetual latchkey arrangement is unstructured and confusing and uncharted. While have had ample time to rehearse and perfect the role of student, I still don’t understand this assignment.
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Time is my enemy

Time is my enemy

I don’t think I want to be a full-time artist. Then again, I don’t think I want to be a full-time anything. Moving to Toronto and paying real bills for the first time ever really has forced me into this thing called full-time employment and I don’t think I am built for it. Maybe no one is. Maybe almost everyone is living to work and working to live, running out of hours in the day and hoping they can squeeze more out of the next 24. But I can’t help but feel like I am especially inefficient.
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