|Christine E. Alfery|
11x15 - waterbased media on 300# paper
This little work has been so blessed - the original title was "Fairies Sitting on The Fence Watching the Approaching Storm" ok I know that title is too long - but the drama in the work really felt like a storm and I was in the middle of my fairies series.
So I have entered this work in 4 other national shows and every one I enter it in it gets in. This time it was chosen by "Artists Magazine" as a finalist in their abstract division.
Who would have guessd - I sincerely believe that one needs to create every day - and that 1 out of 10 or 20 pieces you do is, as Holly my daughter would say, " a Picasso." We don't always know when we have a Picasso - but others do.
"Rubies In The Midnight Sky"
40x30 Water Based Media
I am a working artist. I try to be authentic in my content; I try also not to show a sense of fatigue because of my own familiarity with this content. It is essential that the excitement of discovery remain in the working process. Painting is like writing: there is a central content; we need to have a personal way to express that content, but we donít use the same phrases every time.
To create art an artist must have courage to search and embrace the mystery that lies deeply within the notions of the real and the imagined. To create art an artist must search for the song and dance within a work of art. I believe the artist and in turn and her work become the medium in which song and dance can be transmitted. Each time I approach a blank canvas I gather up my courage and embrace that space where I allow myself to dance and sing. While my work is inspired by nature, the spirit within my work us imaginary, my imagination is my artists muse.
I paint abstract subject matter which can change from my own unique, imaginative marvels to common, ordered, statements and/or to motley complex wonderings every time people interact with it. The perpetual movement of creative imaginative wonderings of myself and the viewer creates a flowing river that is, abstract, complex, and filled with infinite possibilities. I cherish these motley complex wonderings of possibility. These wondering possibilities keep things in motion, perpetual motion. They become the alchemy of the imaginary.