I take pieces of my life (and self) and smatter them on canvas. I arrange the chaos in a fashion that feels often wandering and haphazard, but often comes out grittily “right.” Resolved. Even with all the questions and confessions and shadows—scratches, tears, smudges, stains, splatters, and drips—there is harmony. There is light and grace [...]
Why this piece draws out stories of abuse, I will never quite know. …But it seems to resonate with those who have felt pain at another’s hand.
So today I want to offer a unique giveaway: a chance for those who can feel deeply the light and darkness of this painting, to win a print of it.
Simple.
Just email me with a name and address: mandy@mandythompson.com. The first three who do so will have a 5×5 print shipped directly to them.
Imagine holding up your secrets for everyone to see. Or maybe your quiet thoughts from just-before-sleeping or from driving down the road by yourself. Or from a longer-than-usual and hotter-than-usual shower that you really needed for your body and mind to settle down a bit. Imagine taking all of those things and packing them into [...]
For those who have tripped and fallen in the church yard. Come. Brush it all off. Stand by me.
I have a friend who’s daughter wishes all art could be free. (Remember this, Mandy?) I happen to agree with her. I wish all art could be free as well. But, well, artists gotta eat. So, in the recent recesses of my subconscious, a concept bubbled up: Why not have moments where I hold sales so [...]
Delicate. Feminine. But firm. Fierce. Focused. Determined. Seeing through the mess, beyond the mess, to what lies ahead. Seeing without depth perception, without knowing how much further or how much longer. But seeing. Looking. Present. Clear. Aware.
I can’t fight off the thought that I must dive deep into myself in order to pull up and out the kind of art that I’m hoping my fingers will make this year. I also can’t fight off the thought that there’s little down in there right now. My inner life is feels surfacey—shallow. I [...]
I thought I was ready for the fresh clean linen smell of 2013. And then I heard an echo in my soul—the hungry sound of my inner voice reminding me of the year I made a goal to write 100 songs. THAT was the year I called myself a songwriter. The voice grew bold and challenging. [...]