I have always been drawn towards a sense of longing. It can keep one in the past, wrapped in false reality and illusion, but that longing has always been a reflective gateway to explore the expectations I have put upon myself and others. It’s more than naive romanticism. I am drawn to it’s emotional entrapment and release, tendered by that vulnerable space, which allows me to sift through growth patterns and relevant candor, when I have the courage to journey inward.
This levee on creative freedom shows through slowing down tempo, reminding me of allure and imminent spiritual delivery. Longing, as with Art, represents the trifecta of totality..past, present and future and all the in between. Most all moving sentiments, that be of artistic nature…music, art, motion picture, photography and dance… intuitively know how to dwell in these reprieves.
The space between.
Longing is my art. I am allowed to find meaning in what you say or what we try to rush upon another. My work has become a safe bleeding ground of play, altruism and the way I know how to authenticate or parcel out myself to others. I have grown to trust in the way this surrounding maneuvers, with salted avenues and beckonings. I am able to spin on its axis…to stand still in majestic restraint…light or shadowed. Only then, when I have surrendered, do I catch a glimpse of what this all means, how relevant we all are. I cannot imagine another way of living. The process of my art has gently shown me everything, boldly everything I am not, while whispering I am enough…
Shelly L. Franz