In June 2019 when this series came out of me I experienced something in the artistic world known as channeling. It's a form of creative dissociation that can happen to an individual in a highly depleted physical and/or mental state such that spirits, angels, or whatever you want to call it comes in and guides you to paint something you have no prior training doing. Often these events include the reproduction of famous paintings by people who have never painted before. I know. It does sound like a whole bunch of hokey pokey and I thought so too until I actually had a full mental and physical break and then had a channeling experience. It was nothing like anything that has ever happened to me before. I was a non-believer until . . .
After spending a month in a euphoric state preparing for an open studio event, I then sustained a medical crash of Crohn's disease and mania colliding with one another the day after my event. I was so depleted that I could literally feel the calories it took to look around, swallow, and even breathe. I should've gone to the hospital, but while my doctor did not want to admit me, and before I recovered, I ended up in a dreamlike state of mind. During this time I saw dozens and dozens of faces. Silent voices were screaming for me to capture their feelings. Over the course of 2 weeks I did just that and then I couldn't paint them at all anymore. The ability had vanished. But the seeds of my journey and full inner artistic voice had been revealed to me during this transition period of extremely heightened awareness. I had to paint all of these people. I just wasn't ready to accept that yet.