Every time I added a color/layer to this painting, there was a memory/moment/emotion behind it. For instance, the first layer of yellow was inspired by the joy I feel when I think back to my very early youth (2-9). Followed by blue, representing the sadness when we moved. And then deep blue, grief after losing my father to cancer when I was eleven. White: the diminishing sadness, the moments of clarity. Yellow: trips, laughs, love. Red: passion. Black; MS. … The combination of all these layers make it (in my eyes) the only way this painting could of ended up looking how it looks. It “fell into place”
The music is Bolero by Ravel. I remember listening to this record with my dad when I was a child. Him, sitting on the couch reading. Me, lying on the floor coloring.
Caro 