36 x 30, acrylic on panel.
Breathing ... breathing in, breathing out ... simple, automatic ... from our first breath, we take for granted this unconscious act. We experience joy, we breath rapidly. We experience pain or sorrow, we breath in slowly, with a deep healing cadence. We are sustained by breath.
I have asthma. I am a painter who can not work with oils when an attack has flared. Suffocating, I pull out the acrylics and, with ribs in a constant vice, I draw on the strength of womanhood and bring forth an image of determination ... exhaling fully my voice, my thoughts, my being ... inhale again and I am sustained.