To me, Chinese art is a symphony in ink and subdued, peaceful colors. A gentle choreography of line and harmonious spirits. Empty space and stillness in anticipation of forthcoming life. When I need it most, Chinese art opens the gates of my imagination and delights me. It takes me away from the present to a special place of peace.
It is this mysterious journey that appeals to me. The muted, limited palette, hidden meanings and special treats: if I look deep enough, I am surprised to see treasures. A small butterfly, a tiny bird, cranes playing at the base of a gigantic gorge, mischievous animals delighting in new found food. It is their spirit, not their likeness that I paint (Chi-the life force, essence of all living things). I look for personality and magnetism between subjects, not their portraits; this allows me to share their souls and delight my own. A powerful skeletal base of each painting is created in ink, to support the structure. Colors are slowly added to create life. Spirit is formulated in my choice of focal, and symbolic essences flowing from the innermost depths of my heart and are woven together in an elegant rhythm of Chi.
My soul is in each painting, from sparkling fully mature peonies with yellows, reds, blues and greens to the tiny butterflies. It is then combined with vibrant, rich colors to give hope that life continues and is still beautiful. A broken branch, bits of brown, a shadowy place that reflects the hidden scars on my soul. These places are not the center, but they are there and are gracefully surrounded by new growth and new hope. Instead of anger, I look to create the beautiful places of still, peaceful, healing waters. I seek refuge. Look deep—for you may see your own soul reflecting back.