I Can't Watch

Sirens wailing, people crying,
The media broadcasts,
Of the hate, the fear, the love that’s dying,
The good that never lasts,
And I can't watch.

A canvas stands alone,
Pure white as snow,
And it would be so wrong,
To leave it unbeknown.

I’m rushing through my mind,
To find just one hope,
Before this cold and heartless world,
Turns utterly to stone.

And I can’t watch.

I have to paint,
Paint it all.

And I can’t watch

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Growing up in a large, homeschooling family, strictly Roman Catholic, and having trained and competed in the sport of Taekwondo, my childhood has provided many experiences to draw from. My practice reflects on how my beliefs have been extreme and narrow, and yet reformed over time. Artists such as Kathe Kollwitz, Wassily Kandinsky, Loribelle Spirovski and Henrik Uldalen, have been inspirational in the development of my own art. Through the use of expressionism and realism I have attempted to visually externalise the internal disorder I feel as an artist, generated by my upbringing and everyday happenings. Portraiture enables me to become an outsider to my own anxieties, relieving myself of the burden by placing them on the subject.
Writing and composing music on the piano is also vital in my creative process. Music often triggers emotions which urge me to paint. I alternate between my piano keyboard and painting, juxtaposing the visual and imperceptible, trying to break through and express the entirety of the emotion. I have endeavored to be true and literal, to the extent that my works are rather impolite. The viewer may feel as though they are intruding on the artwork.