acrylic paint, texture paste, tamale husk, transfer of original drawing, collage
A tree grows from her forehead rooting itself in her eyes, her vision, how she sees the world.
Flowers blossom from the tree. At times, a thought, a creation is like this. Without forethought and before you know it, something strange is created. It is afterwards that we ask, what was I thinking? That is the beauty of the creative process we are NOT thinking, we are creating. Somewhere in the depths there is a knowing, an understanding beyond words that needs to be trusted. Others can say, oh that's weird, that's creepy, or that's beautiful. It does not matter. It is what it is. It came from a place that is beyond words.
Continue to create. Continue on your path.
It is the only honest thing each of us can do.