India Cruse-Griffin
It’s funny the way some things are hard to remember in their entirety and others are difficult to forget: The many paths my life has taken, with several people enriching my life. I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to enjoy them, study their individualities that bring my art to life each time I paint.
Every day I rediscover the past I thought I had forgotten. I see it emerge in my latest paintings, as the present dances in the light of every shadow. Each piece, yet another link to the complex figurative work, with the trial and errors and travels of my brush, I paint.
The illusion of distance and space is sometimes haunting: it seems to be attached to my emotional connection to home, both family and friends quietly forming the gestures of life. I am not afraid to show through the rough edges of torn paper and paint, as I believe they are the fingerprints of my art.
I touched this spot. I lived here.
Life’s not perfect, although memories can be, so I paint and reveal the everyday quilt-like textures of my soul.
What I search for in my paintings
is my personal truth.
When I paint what I feel, I believe in it.
My soul embraces it from my own reality.
Life forces me to be honest with my art,
and to find that unique balance of
What I know to be true.
Painting secures my knowledge of my truth.
It is at that point and that point alone
When I maintain balance within my world.
Seeing the truth in my inner self
Everything just falls into place.