Showing at Site #4: Maplewood Senior Center
Following my brain surgery 17 years ago, I learned with apprehension, followed by joy, about neuroplasticity, the remarkable ability for a brain to reorganize its structure rerouting neural pathways. Simply put, my synapses were firing away over a different path creating a new me!
Art brings me joy and diffuses the frustration of working within our criminal (in) justice system while working with federally incarcerated clients.
I start by squeezing acrylic paint to a canvas from the tube and shaping it with palette knives for movement and texture. After it dries, I trace the ridges with an acrylic pen, then create my own path beyond the original to mimic neuroplasticity.
Following the tragic loss of my best friend’s son during the spring, the season of renewal, I began painting abstract daffodils, bursting forth in unexpected spots, popping up bright and tall like Sam.
