self/fles: 10.14

2014.oil on canvas.26″ x 48″

self/fles: 09.14

2014.oil on canvas.26″ x 48″

2014.acrylic on canvas.60″ x 42″ (SOLD)

week 041355, to me, summarizes how we are constantly in flux, in movement, as days pass into decades. Beyond self, there is a co-existence and harmony that comes as things align and mirror, for a moment, similar desires, ambitions, thoughts, feelings, and so on. Or at least, to me personally, it is the desire to articulate that which is intangible and fleeting: love.   -jwc

2014.acrylic on canvas.36″ x 60″ (available for sale)

With so much red, dark, and motion, how can one not think of struggle? As I applied each layer and the composition took shape, the three white spires separated. Pulling away from chaos, severing from angst and fear. Emancipating self from self. Finding deliverance in hope.  -jwc

2013.acrylic on canvas. 36″ x 48″ (available for sale)

This painting took many twists and turns as it was being created. Layer over layer. I never was satisfied. I grappled with it. Fear and insecurity seemed to rear its Cerberus-like head. It wasn’t until the end. I just knew. There was a transcendence of worldly experiences. A breaking through dimensions and dreams. An exorcism of demons, paused for a nanosecond.   -jwc

2013.acrylic on canvas.36″ x 48″ (available for sale)

Even the purest of souls is susceptible to corruption. As the white plane took shape and took prominence in the composition, the red found a way in. Contrasting and penetrating, it seeps into white form  suggesting the depravity to come. Can it be stopped? Reversed? A page out of my journal as I search for redemption.  -jwc

2013.acrylic on canvas.48″ x 72″ (available for sale)

Memories are deeply entrenched and persistent. But they are also amorphous. Over time they take new shapes and meanings. They influence us, guide us, debilitate or inspire. But it is through the act of reflection, perhaps, where we can take what was, good, bad, or devastating; and transform it. Make it our instrument of liberation, our mastery of self.  -jwc

2013.acrylic on canvas.48.5″ x 35″ (private collection)

Often the greatest challenge is allowing ourselves to feel. Feel pain. Feel hurt. Feel Love. Feel loss. But then, our greatest triumph is when we make it through the gauntlet. When we survive. Endure. Grow. Prominence takes hold as we experience what its like to live. What it is like, much like the ambiguous form in composition, to be human.  -jwc

2013.acrylic on canvas.72″ x 48″ (available for sale)

Decrepit and broken. The solitary man emerges from the desolate landscape of what once was but no longer is. Searching, longing for something better. Grasping to the thread of belief that anything is possible. Love is possible. It has to be…   -jwc

2012.acrylic on canvas.39in x 59in (available for sale)

Looking through the blue, I am overwhelmed with sadness. Our time is brief and the moments of meaning elusive. Will the understanding come in time? Will I see the light before the darkness comes?  Before it’s too late?  -jwc