A story of conquest expressed through art. Of freeing from the shackles of the mind.
16x20” acrylic on gessobord.
Living in two worlds: the present moment and scars from long ago. Jagged Peak the only path back to the present. I climb her northern ridge. I hold on to what cannot be salvaged. I must shed this agony. The path to the summit must exist! But where? How? There is no map! Do I climb higher? If I climb, do I summit? Then what?
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A rock, an ancient lava rock, appears. I wrap it in paper and hold on tightly. This lava rock holds all anger and scars of the past. The summit greets me. I unwrap my rock and very reluctantly let go, ever so lightly.