I thought art was a discovery.
It got more complicated down the road.
I remember when I was painting ‘You’re a luminous being’, it was like playing basketball with bunch of kids on the playground. You are here, they are here, you go there, they swarm there.
It felt something like tsunami.
I was overwhelmed joyfully with what I was going to paint and what was coming out of me because of the tsunami.
“These were good old days” they say.
It got much more complicated than that.
I read a book about James Rosenquist. How he was going ‘below zero’ in his art. He was trying to dissolve his intentions, thoughts. And he did it very visually in his humongous paintings.
Suddenly after Rosenquist I understood that art is not a discovery, it’s ‘knowing’. ‘Knowing’ is my tsunami.
Like with my ‘Pride’, I “knew” this girl from George Brown college, she was in her twenties, had a 7 y.o. son, lived some where near Jane/Finch still with her parents. She looked strong, but she wasn’t that strong, she actually didn’t look strong at all. But she tried to be proud of herself. I “knew” this girl. I was her.
I suddenly understood in my art I am that tsunami.
I have always been.