A Pathless Path (Thesis 3)

 



A Pathless Path

Acrylic on Wood 

Chaos doesn't have to be conflicting. It can be confusing, uncomfortable, and even exciting. Figures stand on geometric shapes and paths. Legs sprint. Eyes watch. Stairs spiral. Where do they lead to? Where is everything going?



Going into this piece, I knew I wanted to create overlapping pathways and worlds on the canvas. I wasn’t sure what the finished piece would look like, but I envisioned it to be visually nonsensical yet perfectly balanced to me.


I put the colors on the canvas, experimenting with what works together. I begin painting a spiraling staircase that will lead to somewhere; I just don’t know where. 
I paint legs sprints to create a sense of motion. 

As I continue, I struggle with resolving the negative space and the clashing of too many vibrant colors. 



To resolve this, I use the eye motif and streaks of color to fill the empty space. 
I also repaint the legs to make them look like they're running to emphasize motion. 
With guidance, I realize my piece appears to flat, so I add darker and more muted colorsIt was difficult to paint incoherent and disconnected ideas, but still make them visually flow together. I found myself in lots of artist block to figure out how to do this.

With guidance, I realize my piece appears to flat, so I add darker and more muted colors to create depth. In the end, this piece is about finding the way when I have no idea what path I am actually on. Despite the chaos and pressure, I hope to remain dynamic and just go with the flow. 



















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