Barara McCulloch

I love a good mystery, an enigma, a paradox that captures my imagination. So I paint with lyrical lines and undefined edges to create an initial foundation on the surface that invites me into engagement with wonder. I continually rotate the canvas and after consuming several cups of coffee while discussing it with my studio cat, something happens to open the door of enchantment. The moment that I see something which suggests something, I immediately pour myself into it in a blind flurry of moving through brushes, fingers and tools to create a layer that just might provide an answer. Sometimes it’s back to my chair for coffee, cat and more meditation. But sometimes - sometimes I am startled by reading the canvas as if it were a story unfolding. This is my moment of truth! If I judge it as it might be perceived by critics, my painting will sink into boredom because I didn’t trust my spirit. If I obey the voice of fear that tells me my new work is out of alignment with the past, then it is me that will sink into boredom. Creativity requires me to face my truths and just keep slinging paint.