From a very early age I loved art and was a very creative person.
One day I was called into a room where children were being herded in and out, looking glum as they departed.
Having been made to sit down, I was told to read out what was before me. All I saw was a coloured screen of which it was explained to me, that within the colours on the screen, was a number and that was to call out the number which I saw.
I proceeded to call out each number I saw until I was abruptly stopped in my tracks and ejected out of the room.
To my knowledge, almost everyone who participated in the examination, identified the same numbers... we were all pronounced colour blind.
Absolutely no explanation whatsoever of:
Was offered.
It was like telling a patient they had an identified problem and then walking away leaving them in limbo
Destroyed to my core, I executed art from my life right there and then and switched to woodwork, where at least I could still do something creative
I would never take on face value again, anything anyone said to me that did not make perfect sense from an evidence based perspective
Decades later, the British Government would apologise openly on national television to my generation for the completely un-scientific experiment they conducted on us that deprived people such as me, of the opportunity I could have had from a child, to have perused my childhood dream.
Fortunately for me Yehovah knowing the end from the beginning and knowing the plans he had for me, plans of good and not of evil, to bring about and expected end, had already factored in their blunder into the equation of my life and when it pleased Him to appear before me November 19th 1986, He took his creative, who from a child to an adult, was looked upon as nothing more than a rejected frame, whose contents was not even worthy of observation, and made him His beloved.
Now we do all things together.
I began doing black and white portraits privately, from a therapeutic perspective and I returned to therapeutic colour painting around 2016 (as I had developed such a complex regarding the cursed test which was carried out on me, that having been left as a child to work out all of the missing information, I somehow convinced myself that I was color-blind to every color in the spectrum and therefore when I decided to draw, I immideatly began working with nothing but black and white pictures only)
I took the plunge in 2016 and painted my first colour picture.
I stayed away from painting pictures where I had to stick to pre-defined colours and painted from my heart. This allowed me the license to be free, creative and bypass the color-blind blind spot.
To this day I still do not know if
Having realised I could paint this way and seeing the results of my first ever colour painting, I immediately saw the beginnings of my painting style, and as time went on, I also created my very own painting technique, whereby I painted with watercolour in such a way, that people were convinced it was oils until they came up close to it and realised it was indeed water colour.
I have since extended this technique to embrace acrylic, charcoal, sand and ink
The inspiration to paint and draw my pictures upon the backboards of picture frames came from the life which rejection moulded.
I was a physical frame whose contents, no one was interested in. They only wanted to make use of the frame itself (the body) once that which was needed was attained, the frame was discarded (rejection)
When I started my art journey, I would find frames thrown out onto the streets, some with the picture still within, some with the picture taken out. I would stare at myself in the mirror.
This was me, a living discarded frame. From their perspective, some saw surface level content, others saw nothing, almost all wanted no part of me in their life.
Picking up those frames was picking up my life and those battered, worn out, tired looking frames became the big picture art which would house the inner detail, the story no one wanted to read.
The frame was just an object to house the picture with, but when I saw those frames, I saw the art from which the story would be told, just as my body was the living frame from which my story would be told.
And taking those frames home, I merged their story with my own, and began painting rejection in all its glory.
I am so grateful to Yehovah my beloved for ensuring that nothing he births you with, goes unfulfilled when you and it are given to him totally.
It was said that the mark of a great artist, was in how many eye movements the viewer had to make, to see the picture in its entirety.
I believe it was Picasso whose paintings had around 7 eye movements to them, if I have placed the wrong artist, apologies.
Mine on average have around 3 to 4. I am aiming for 0.
When I am able, the pictures will be displayed (hopefully with explanations) and any other relevant information pertaining to them.
Shalom.
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