Catharsis

The past couple days I've spent some time painting 4 squares. (really wish I brought my acrylic paints from home) I originally started them as a ground to put type and maybe a transfer of some of the photos i've been taking. But then they started to become their own little abstract expressionistic paintings. the scribble texture is reminiscent of Celtic knot-work, but it could also serve as a metaphor for my convoluted thought patterns.

I had the opportunity to talk to the dean of the school, Tim Jones, about this work and after some discussion it came out that the exploritive art process I go through is a way of working through my emotional issues including dealing with the loss of my mother. He suggested I take a big piece of paper and go to town with marks and scribbles. So I did. And it felt good. But the end result isn't necessarily what I want to be known as my body of work. I think it's something I'll continue as an therapeutic exercise to help me loosen up and get out some aggression. But I probably won't exhibit any of it...unless something amazing does come out of it. They're more about the process than the end result anyway. They also look better as photographs then in person for some reason.

Tim also showed me another creative cycle map to help me through the process.