The final piece of art, whether a photograph or a painting, is often a polished, pristine thing. What you don’t see is the journey it took to get there—the happy accidents, the frustrating setbacks, and the glorious, chaotic mess of creation. My studio is my sanctuary, but it’s also a testament to this process.
This month has been a whirlwind of experimentation. I’ve been working with a new mixed-media technique, combining acrylics with layers of textured paper and found objects. There have been moments of pure serendipity, where a spontaneous splash of color or a torn piece of newsprint brought a piece to life in a way I never could have planned. There have also been canvases I’ve had to completely paint over, starting from scratch. But that’s the beauty of it. The process is a dance between control and chaos, and every step, even the missteps, informs the final creation. This post is a little peek into that beautiful mess, a glimpse behind the curtain of the finished work.
