The glorious thing about self-taught artists is that no one has told them the “right” way to do something, so they get to figure out for themselves that whatever way their art wants to come through them is the right way.
I can’t stop looking at these pieces. There’s so much power and heart and a piercing reality all at once. There’s somehow a comfortable quality about the state of watching, deliberate and sure, and at the same time a grounded nature that feels settled in a state of still working things out. I’m transfixed by the artist, her art, AND what she has to say about it! Is that the visual arts world’s version of a triple-threat?
I can’t stop looking at these pieces. There’s so much power and heart and a piercing reality all at once. There’s somehow a comfortable quality about the state of watching, deliberate and sure, and at the same time a grounded nature that feels settled in a state of still working things out. I’m transfixed by the artist, her art, AND what she has to say about it! Is that the visual arts world’s version of a triple-threat?