"La pasión artÃstica cura el corazón herido" When you look into my paintings, you're looking at a captured infinity. You see my canvas from far away, you look at it as hard as you can, and you can't memorize even an impression of it. It's chaos. It's dance. Its firing synapses. It's an orgasm. It's death. It's the creation of the universe. It's the destruction of everything you've ever held. It's the space between the nucleus and the electrons of an atom. If you're lucky, you remember which colors I used. You get closer, and closer, until you're inches from the canvas, and still, it just seems to keep on going. In a square inch of fabric from a 30 foot canvas, you still see things you can't hold on to, it still draws your attention ever in, the way two colors of paint swirl into each other, the way one "stroke" of paint falls on top of the next... You'll never memorize even a piece of it, because it just keeps on going. You look at other artists, you "get it", your mind remembers a bunch of flowers, an outstretched hand, a colored square... your mind can't comprehend perhaps my work of abstract. Your eyes can't focus on the totality of my picture; you will always see something new. All you can do is hope to acquire a lot of free time and/or money in your life, so you can stare at it for hours and try to see everything that's there in your lifetime, because a photo here on the computer just won't do it. I try and it is what comes out, you’ll never know where it begins or ends. I accept constructive criticism -Susan
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My Art!!! Acerca de mi: Soy el recuerdo epifánico transtornado de un ayer. La que colecciona amores irreales, amistades falsas y sonrisas fingidas.
El alma desnuda que tirita en los brazos de cualquier desconocido. El corazón caducado, mudo, ausente.
El abrazo inexistente. Yo...
