It's unpredictable every time I paint.
When the chemicals of mixed paint catch flames... things could quickly get out of hand. But they don't. I'm in control and strategic. Every scorch serves a purpose. All paint has a place. So up go my locs into a bun; on goes the gas mask; and out comes my blowtorch “Old Faithful”. But as much fun as controlling fire is, it's only part of the journey.
A feeling is where it all starts.
My one goal with each piece is to relay it intuitively. What better way than by using my own fingers? Layer by layer I smooth-and-spread, lift-and-lower, until the intentional energy alive with color flows purposefully. Once my intentions are set, they’re ready to be transformed by fire, then released by the smoke. Cracked, burned, smooth and spotty- the original feeling I started my journey with is now an impression. Sealed in resin to stand the test of time.