Wind
I walk, run, or cycle to most places I need to get to. This time is when I get to immerse myself into the world around me. Each day and each walk is filled with its own rollercoaster of emotions, realizations, and epiphanies. It is during these walks that I can ruminate, reflect, and ponder.
One morning, on my walk to work, I was feeling something quite strange, to this day I cannot find the words to describe the feeling. But, the breeze of wind on my face captured the whole idea quite magnificently.
Later, I decided I am going to try an capture this feeling onto a bollard.
The rings to show the feeling of wind that I felt on my face.
This painting is quite unlike the others I have done this summer. It's not about passion, a muse, or the excitement life brings us (this is more about the opposite of excitement).
This is about the unstoppable marching of time. To display this concept I wanted to paint yet another invisible force: the feeling of wind brushing against me while I'm walking.
Then I feel the a breeze or a gust of air; time appears to slows down for me to be able to think about life and time for what it really is. When I walk among the wind I feel the sensation of melting into the atmosphere, like a splash of milk diffusing into a cup of coffee.
The wind does not care that I am there walking inside it. The wind will find its way around me and continues on its own journey.
Time goes on
While I am having these thoughts about wind (and while I paint a bollard about how the wind makes me feel); all else in life and the world continues around me. Some things will come to brush past me, some things I will see brush past other things, most things I will never know. But all things go on.
Why have I chosen to paint about 2 things that have been so hard to visually represent? Because that's the closest I can get to being able to express how I feel sometimes.
This bollard: The ripples capture the feeling of wind on my face.
I painted the bollard copper. With Time and Wind, the copper oxidizes into the green you seen in the ripples.
“This painting is about aging. Not just about people. But also the aging of time”
My collection of street art on the bollards.
Rush
I made a special separate piece after painting the wind bollard for a person who gave me the words “rush, vitality, and force”.
I got a wooden manikin. Went outside and painted the manikin in the wind and gave this piece to the recipient as a gift.
“Art is not always going to be things that feel good. Art for me is about harnessing my human experience of the world”
