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August
2001
Inger
Nova Jorgensen
Soul
Anatomy
The
Paintings come through me. I usually have a dream or a vision,
a flash across a dark screen. I keep it in my mind's eye until
I have a canvas in front of me and then out it comes.
I
have to paint. It fills a craving, I crave paint like food. I
love the smell of it. I love to be in it. It's my meditation.
My
first painting on canvas was for a high school English class.
This great teacher let me paint the portrait of a Renaissance
woman instead of doing a report. It was the first instance in
my life when I went into that creative state, it just happened.
That's when I knew that I had something inside me that need to
come out. My Renaissance woman has these intense eyes, almost
looking through me as if she came from another realm. She's on
my bedroom wall now, a sort of a guide for my life, watching over
me.
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I
want to be drenched in art and music. I've been singing and song
writing for years. At one point, I thought I would have to choose
between music or painting. But I realized that there is no division.
My husband and I will be sitting in the kitchen. He'll be playing
around with his guitar. If I hear something that inspires me,
a melody will pop into my head and we'll have a song in ten minutes.
We click into this creative force. It's like a fire, a burst,
a moving inside. It's like giving birth, or backpacking and coming
to the top of a peak, or cresting over a wave and taking off across
the sky. It's the same force whether I am singing or painting.
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