Men are my muse; men that break the mold, men of integrity and most of all men I love. My commitment to subject begins the moment I conjure the notion of the composition. For this duration a relationship forms; he is my first thought of the morning and my last at night.
I paint because I need to paint; I paint to release the visual imprint he had made from my minds eye out into the physical. The color and lines embody every thick stroke to scrape into the psyche physically manifesting the beauty my torturous emotions. These trapped feelings of loss, pain and inability to communicate segregate like the way I leave my unmixed palette.
Immortalizing those I love is my epic, as I paint in the now from influences from my past for viewing in the future. I invite the viewer to look; but I look for the voyeur as the seer; finally leaving with my imprint that cannot be removed.
-Patti Penn