Whether it be tattoos, henna, face paint, earrings, jewelry, make-up, or hell, even the doodles we all drew on our middle school notebooks, there's always been an interesting connection between paint and people. My mind immediately turns to the abstract possibility that there is something innately satisfying about taking a sheer intangible dream image and transforming it into something material... mmm... tangible at last. We don't just create a picture from paint and paper, we create a thought in material form. We take the thoughts and feelings that become us and transform them into something more controllable and understandable. Beyond the obvious therapeutic element of this transaction, this creation now seems somber in a sense. What does it say about the human self that it must release its feelings and thoughts to maintain sanity? Or better.... what does it say about the power of thought and emotion that it cannot be contained within the human body without driving it mad?
What is it about the actual materials of ink and paint as well? These objects are particularly engaging for a human in search of release.
Food for further thoughts.
Warm regards,
Kelly
