This painting started out with three birds. And slowly it came to be just a party of one. Now that I think of it, my paintings are usually of a solitary tree or a solitary bird. I guess I’m good with being alone.
I wonder if that comes from the temperament that I was born with. Or if it’s something I have gotten used to and seek out. The old nature versus nurture argument. Any other loners out there that want to weigh in?
The title comes from some readings I was doing about the true hidden self. The inner self vs what we present to the world. Is it possible to have a true inner self that is unchanging? The first part seems feasible but the second part seems unlikely. It seems to me that we are constantly becoming. But maybe we are constantly in the process of becoming who we’ve always been.
Hmmmm.
There’s a lot if different media in this piece- encaustic, pigment sticks, photocopy transfer, stained teabag paper, rice paper, paper from old salvaged books, and handmade paper with embedded dried plants, and cheesecloth. Oh and posca marker. This is why in my descriptions I just use “mixed media” instead of listing every single thing. My labels would be really long then. I wonder though if I should list it out. Maybe just for my records.