Letters - 8 / 15 Dear Future Me

Letters - 8 / 15 Dear Future Me

Dear Future Me,

I need to know if it turns out okay. And I know, given who we are, that you won’t say anything, because that’s not how we do things. I wish sometimes I even knew about all the tiny things. Did we train hard enough? Did we perfect the things we needed to? Did we find the things asked of us. Did we become what was necessary?

Letters - 6 /15 Dear Past Me

Letters - 6 / 15 Dear Past Me

Dear Past Me,

Find mentors, figure out what makes you happy and don’t let people shame you for it. Learn discipline as soon as you can, because you took a long time getting there and the guilt once you got it...sucked. Go easy on yourself when you find things that other people care about, that you don’t. Don’t force it. You won’t have to. And in the end, it probably won’t matter that much anyway.

Letters - 2 / 15 Dear Self

Letters - 2 / 15 Dear Self

Dear Self,

Painting - Lifeline in Paint

For an assignment in my painting class, we were tasked with creating an original painting utilizing ten specific shades of colour.  The specific shades were to be utilized how ever we chose, in any combination.  Each hue was to represent how we felt a year in our life was, ten hues, each for a year spanning our last decade.  We were otherwise given very little instruction.

It was, in many respects a very free-form exercise.  I picked my hues, wrote a brief blurb for each, figured out what each year was or meant, and then simply went to task.  What follows is a fantastic expression of who I am on canvas, but also impressively cryptic.  It is me, in many respects, but only through the rationalization of my own head.

I did the following on stretched canvas.