"Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth." Pablo Picasso
Even when I do not want me or anyone else to see the truth of my own emotions, my art will betray me. The art is my Gladys Kravitz, prowling through my head and exposing all of my secrets to the world.
When choosing an image, my intention is not to reveal anything of myself; my only desire is to entertain with a pretty picture. However, as I move through that image it begins revealing me to me, and I know that eventually it is going to disclose these personal raw emotions to everyone.
Three weeks before the heart attack, a piece of abstract work came through me, it was so different from anything I had ever done. Although it made no sense at the time, there it was telling me what was happening to my heart.
Sometimes my truth is evident, sometimes not, but the truth is always there right in front of me.
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