Lorelei Sowa

My love for painting stems from its transportive nature.  Within the act of painting, I look more deeply, noticing nuances of the world around me. I utilize all of my senses, smell, touch, sound, and sight, to compose a feeling. Being an artist is not always about creating objects of interest to hold onto, but often more concerned with asking questions for inquiry. It asks for ways to convey not just images, feelings, and ideas.  I am interested in the human place in the world and how we relate to our surroundings.  The boundary separating myself of the self from the rest of the world dissolves in the flow of observation. 

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"I rose this morning early as usual and went to my desk. But it’s spring,

and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing…

I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field.

And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work.

Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

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From The Book of Time (Part 1) by Mary Oliver

 

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