The time has come, the artist said, to paint many things.

For the past six months I have been experiencing something very foreign to me, creative block. Never in my life have I been unable to create, it's the first thing I do after breathing. Alas, 2020 had a profound impact on me in ways I could never have anticipated. At one point I declared that I didn't want to be an artist anymore. I even believed it haha.

It's not that I didn't want to be an artist, like that's even an option for me, I just didn't want to continue on the rigid path that I created for myself. I became a one woman factory, something I said I would never be. I felt as though I betrayed my love for the craft by forcing it into a sustainable business model. But that's not why I do this. I paint because I must, because something inside me wants to speak through colour, shape and texture. Something that can't communicate in words. Half the time I have no clue what I'm doing until the painting reveals itself to me.

This painting was the slowest and strangest process I've ever experienced. Some days I would only paint for a few minutes, never knowing where it was going or what it was trying to be. Riddled with self doubt and insecurity I persisted because I knew it was important. This painting came from the deep end of my mind to save me from myself. And it's my favourite thing I've ever done.


Renaissance. 2021. Acrylic & Oil on Canvas. 40" x 30. $2400.








Prints are available here.


So, the moral of the story is don't try to boss the muses around because they don't care about your mortgage or your bills and they will walk away, leaving you to fend for yourself. I've reconciled with mine and we're about to make some really cool shit.


Until next time,
may the creative force be with you. 

Lana