As far back as I can remember, I've needed to be constantly creating or constructing, developing my mindís eye and establishing proficient dexterity. In school my pencil was always moving, though my mind was never focused on scholastic endeavors. Those were difficult years for me. My eyes constantly drawn to the windows and searching as my body fidgeted with a muddled mass of concepts. There was something better to be done with my time and energy.
I've always felt big, not large in scale but emotionally charged, like my chest could crack open if I didn't have a way to release what was brewing inside. Brushes, consumed with acrylic paints started freeing the ideas and the images became more manageable. Montana's vast wilderness, the animals which reside here and viewing a lot of my life from the backs of my horses has influenced my artwork greatly.
I have gained an understanding and sense of expression that benefits my painting and to share my outlook is pure joy. Life's details captivate me; whether a calloused palm felt during the brief pressure of a handshake or the minuscule divot of that one stray bristle as my brush glides across the canvas. Those details are intense. Brief. And unlike the colors that stream through my brain and envelope the world around me, rarely in my mind for long.
There is a vibrant movement that is eager to consume. It is incredibly vivid and bright, almost painfully so. Being able to sit, staring into blank canvas until a world unto it's self appears creates a catatonic lapse in time. The bond between my brain and hands has become solid as a steady dialogue is exchanged evolving the impulses into my ideal. The gift of an artist is accepting reality only in refusing to let it dictate personal vision, experience and expression.
To view my current projects and some of my original, not available in print, works visit Walker Custom Art on Facebook or contact me by email.