Vicky Cavin - Painter and Textile Artist
When I create, I am open to an energy that seems to take me to a higher ground. A place where I am free from the restrictions of my mind, where I connect with dreams and music, and there is no such thing as time.
Through intertwined memories, I’ve come to understand how my relationship with color became the roots of my journey into art. Long before my fingertips moved chalk across a naked landscape of paper, or I held a paintbrush, I was drawn to the colors of my feelings, highlighted by family, friendships, dreams, and music.
Feast For the Senses
Feast NOW for the senses, wait not for another time;
For lines between living and dying grow thin,
When the artist is beckoned to paint them.
Be liquid blue tears in the almond-eyed doe,
Or the final flaring of her damp, tired nostrils;
Be the forgiving reds from her belly,
seeping silently into icy white crystals of snow,
Returning her blood like holy wine
to the welcoming browns of earth.
Be the golden beak of a great bald one,
singing acappella through a turquoise sky,
Or the quiet strength in her sallow talons,
or the purple winds that push from her wings.
Be the gray fog, singing lullabies to a raging sable sea.
Be a wild-eyed fuchsia on the run,
dancing hot tango rhythms without conscience;
And when all others have surrendered
to despair and darkness;
Be the last lingering green stem of hope.
Vicky Cavin