Cynthia Church

Friday Harbor, United States

I paint from my psyche and my feelings…from my dreams, trying to access the unconscious who then adds to my personality new things...

I’ve been drawing since I was little and when I got to college I signed up fpr ART. I’m from the Bay Area in California and my sensibilities are similar to the art I absorbed there as well as the Abstract Expressionists from the east coast and before them the Surrealists, Dadists, and German Expressionism. I like hands on real art, I use oil paints and smelly medium, and I go to a figure drawing class every week…I work from my dreams and in abstracting images and feelings hope to convey more of a visual poetry that doesn’t always have to make sense. When I give up and let go, and know that I cannot really paint… then I might come up with something. If I don’t paint then I am not participating in my own pshycic journey and I am not as sane!

  • Age: 54
  • Joined: December 2009

Journal

It's just a job

our upsetedness / this nest / this coil / I’ve wound myself up into… / caught / paid / bought outright / with praise / and what? / what is the cost to / the soul of the / little bird whose / caught in your nest / your fame / your hubris / your need and / what need do I have to hear you say / what I need and tie me closer to you / to wrap me in this cacoon / where nothing’s to…
Posted almost 7 years – 1 comments

about the boss

I walk into my coffin- / my jail / “voluntary incarceration” / why do most people / try not to think about death? / life goes on just as it is / I can have a drink / I’ll have two! / while you sleep / and call my name / my life slips away / slips away
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rain day

all tears / all day / at work they can’t see me / can’t see me like this / it’s mom’s birthday today / no one to hear, no one to see / no lover, no mother, / distant father / no one’ll care for you but you they say / oh well, no matter / no matter how it feels when / it rains all day / let it rain all day.
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The Dance

what would I say if I were painting? / when chaos reigns and there’s no beauty / my house is a mess / I feel trapped inside / my one lonely room / with emptiness so pervasive dripping in on me / crowding / thick as peanut butter / I’m just one tiny speck / in this whole cruel world / slammed in this hole / haven’t heard a voice in ten years / that’s cared for me / can I ca…
Posted about 7 years – 1 comments
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