Is it in my heart? Then I paint it. Does it intrigue me? I paint it. Is it driving me crazy? I express this stream of emotion through my art, my chosen creative outlet. Occasionally, something on the world stage hits me so hard in the stomach that it demands my attention. But so, then, do forests filled with filtered rays of sun or the insect eating my garden. If the topic can grab the hand of my emotions and run crazily down a hill with them like carefree children, stumbling, shrieking, giggling, then that’s my subject!
The style, with my pieces, must suit the feeling that’s coming through me. On those days when I’m in the mood to dissect the endless facets of life, with all their whys and wherefores, then I fall into intricacies, with intensely detailed lines and infinite patience. However, when my wild side is at hand, brash, untethered and joyful, the paint flies and the colours shimmer, and everyone is advised to stand clear.
Oil or acrylic on a heavy gauge canvas allows me to dive headfirst into the texture of the process. Painting becomes a visceral experience; the colours are so strong and vibrant that you just want to eat them. It’s like dining at a banquet.
As an artist, the hardest and most unnatural thing for me is to repress myself and not paint. The paint boils through my veins and there is a constant call. I find myself addicted to all the turmoil, the passion. As the journey draws to a close, punctuated with exhilaration and relief, only then can it be fully appreciated for all its glory! If I have done my subject justice, the universe has had one more outlet for exploring another aspect of its true nature.
More information about Esther Beaton can be found on her website, www.solitudeart.com.au