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My purpose for being alive is to paint and sculpt. My life did not begin until I lay at death's door. A life and death experience at the age of thirty-three left me confined to a bed in the isolation ward of a hospital. While the drugs to keep me alive poured into my veins, the colors began to pour forth from my soul on to the paper using a children's box of watercolors. The moment the colors touched the paper from my hands I knew my only purpose for being alive was to paint.
With each stroke of the paintbrush my body, mind and spirit began to heal and set into motion the universal expressions of the beauty, joy and sorrow of living life.
I am reminded that artists are the architects of heaven upon earth and without our visions, dreams and inspirations humankind would perish.
The light force flowing from my paintbrush is not mine. I am the vessel, the mother from which the paintings are born, and I give them freely as they were given to me, to all that might view them as they make their way into our interplanetarian homes.
Each of my paintings has a story. Since I haven't an immediate family, the whole world has become my home and every person I paint becomes my 'brother, father, sister, mother'. I become intimately involved with the person before me.
To contact Judy, visit her website: www.ontheroadwithjudy.com
or
e-mail her at:
angelscreatejoy@netscape.net
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14" X 20" Acrylic on canvas paper
Unframed $300 Print from original painting
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22" x 22" Oil on canvas
$450 Limited Edition Print
Laura is a 'Hard Hat-Ironworker" by day and composer/singer at night. While on the job as an ironworker she fell off a 20 foot building, landing on her head. Laura says after this accident she became a healer.
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9" x 12" Porcelain platter Acrylic
$350.00 Signed First Edition Print
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16" x 20" Oil on Masonite
$300 Signed First Edition Print
I painted "two tears for the joy & sorrow of living life" at the lowest point of my life. I had given up and could only express my soul's cries through paint.
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16" x 20" pastel on paper
$450 Signed First Edition Print
I locked myself in a friend's bathroom for 16 hours and this is what I gave birth to! It was my first attempt to paint a body and I felt extremely guilty. Not only had I crossed over the line (being taught never to look at nor touch my body) looking for "Aunt Martha," which is what we called our periods, made my sin even greater.
And what to do with 'the afterbirth'? (That's what I call the mess I have to clean up after painting.) Since it wasn't my bathroom I dumped all the rags and mess into my backpack. Guilt, guilt and more guilt!
Judy Jones
www.ontheroadwithjudy.com
angelscreatejoy@netscape.net
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