I haven't done metal work in a few years. I've shifted into photography and writing books since my metal art period.
Art is very much a reflection of one's life. I used to randomly break pieces of gypsum board and paint on whatever shape came from the broken pieces. The metal and gypsum board guitar piece pictured is an example of that period in my life. It was very much the way I lived. Life at that time was unplanned, unstructured, something I felt little control over, yet I enjoyed making the best of what came my way much the way we are often left to play the hand we're dealt.
It was a period of rebirth in some ways and coming full circle with myself in other ways. My 18-yearold marriage had ended. I was in a new relationship and back in school going after a new profession. I thrived on being able to go with the flow and was wide eyed as I discovered (and rediscovered) new things about life and my place in it. Sometimes I would reach for a color because it was there or because I was drawn to it on almost an unconscious level and the designs and patterns emerged as I painted. I loved the freedom and spontaneity of that period.