There is a particular exhaustion that comes not from doing too little but from giving too much for too long. It doesn't announce itself. It accumulates quietly until one day the well is simply dry and you are standing there wondering when you stopped being someone who deserved to be filled back up.
This painting is the moment that question gets answered. Not gently.
It's My Turn is the most chromatically intense painting in the Wild collection. The blue field was built first, deep teal and cerulean laid in large sweeping arcs across the upper two thirds of the canvas, the grey-white marks looping through it in the upper left. It is an enormous, established world of cool colour. And then the red arrived. Fast, directional, moving upward from the lower right with the force of something that has been waiting a very long time. The yellow answered from the lower left with equal velocity, paint moving quickly enough that splatters of both colours are visible across the surface. Green marks cut between them, darker and more linear, the bridge between two equally insistent forces.
The formal argument is about proportion and refusal. The blue field is vast and the warm colours occupy only the lower third, and yet they are what the eye goes to immediately and cannot leave. The demand does not need to be large to be undeniable. It needs to mean it.
At 36"×48", this painting fills a room with the specific energy of a decision that has been too long in coming.
From the Wild collection, 2024. Featured on AATONU.
From the artist's journal:
"After everything I have given to everyone else. After the well inside me feels completely dry. After I am numb from solving all the problems big and small. It is enough. It is my turn to be held and supported and guided and loved and spoiled and adored. It is my turn to want for nothing, to rest, to feel peace. I am the only one who can make the demand. Who can look myself in the mirror and say enough, you deserve so much more. I am the only one who can give it to me. It is my turn to pour my energy inward, to fill my cup to overflow, to be gentle and gracious with my heart. It is my turn."
There is a particular exhaustion that comes not from doing too little but from giving too much for too long. It doesn't announce itself. It accumulates quietly until one day the well is simply dry and you are standing there wondering when you stopped being someone who deserved to be filled back up.
This painting is the moment that question gets answered. Not gently.
It's My Turn is the most chromatically intense painting in the Wild collection. The blue field was built first, deep teal and cerulean laid in large sweeping arcs across the upper two thirds of the canvas, the grey-white marks looping through it in the upper left. It is an enormous, established world of cool colour. And then the red arrived. Fast, directional, moving upward from the lower right with the force of something that has been waiting a very long time. The yellow answered from the lower left with equal velocity, paint moving quickly enough that splatters of both colours are visible across the surface. Green marks cut between them, darker and more linear, the bridge between two equally insistent forces.
The formal argument is about proportion and refusal. The blue field is vast and the warm colours occupy only the lower third, and yet they are what the eye goes to immediately and cannot leave. The demand does not need to be large to be undeniable. It needs to mean it.
At 36"×48", this painting fills a room with the specific energy of a decision that has been too long in coming.
From the Wild collection, 2024. Featured on AATONU.
From the artist's journal:
"After everything I have given to everyone else. After the well inside me feels completely dry. After I am numb from solving all the problems big and small. It is enough. It is my turn to be held and supported and guided and loved and spoiled and adored. It is my turn to want for nothing, to rest, to feel peace. I am the only one who can make the demand. Who can look myself in the mirror and say enough, you deserve so much more. I am the only one who can give it to me. It is my turn to pour my energy inward, to fill my cup to overflow, to be gentle and gracious with my heart. It is my turn."
