Starting from a black canvas, I acknowledge that one must experience darkness in order to truly see light. I seek out the light in every aspect of my life, searching for that sliver of illumination in the midst of even the darkest of moments. I am often asked, “Where do these paintings come from?” They come from here….
“There is a space a hollow where one can get caught trapped. A space of contemplation that although silent, is nothing close to quiet. The cacophony of voices outdated and false perpetuating misbeliefs bolstering notions of lack unworthiness. I sit among these voices witness their false declarations pull at me like the tides dragging me out and under throwing me back to land watching waiting to see if I will crawl up to solid and dry ground or sit on the shifting sands to be pulled out and under again. There’s a koan imparting wisdom- to survive the plunge over the waterfall to the jagged rocks below one must be the water. So, I sit. I sit, becoming the ocean, the tides, a wave, a drop. I watch beliefs tug pull at me. I finally see them, an external force no longer originating within. These works come from that hollow space. They come from within the hours of this inner dialogue. They come from edge of the beach and from beneath the waves. They come from becoming the drop.” -eweber