I have a new, very different series of paintings that I just finished about Alice in Wonderland, and you can enjoy the whole series on my online gallery, danitaart.com. But before you go there, I’d like to share with you the story behind the new series, and I invite to read on before you see them. I promise you it will be worth it.
I’m always in motion, always trying to learn something new or do something different, but for some reason, my art started to become static. I was being content with it because it was in the comfort zone, people like it and I can get by by being an artist. There’s food on my plate, I have a roof to live in and my kids are fed and go to school. So, things were fine.
Except for one tiny little detail. They were not.
There was this stirring on my soul, asking me, no, begging for change, and it was growing louder and louder by the minute. I realized I could not pretend it was not there any more. My changing nature was calling me.
I knew a change was coming, so I started preparing myself for it. I started hoarding my art supplies and my sketchbooks, and I spent my days furiously sketching and practicing for my new adventure while I struggled to find what my soul was trying tell me it wanted to do next.
It’s not always easy to obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul, and it’s very strange to realize there are things inside you that you did not know they were there, sleeping and waiting to be awakened.
And then, there’s the fear of rejection. My anxious mind will always play tricks on me, giving me thousand scenarios on why I should not go on, that it’s better to stay in known territory than moving along and threading in uncharted waters. What if no one likes it? What if your followers abandon you because you tried something different? What if you are booed at and you will never be an artist again and you will never be able to paint and you will end up living on a wet cardboard box on a backstreet alley until you die, old and forgotten?
And I said NO to that voice. I won’t die alone and forgotten on a cardboard box in an alley. I said NO, My followers will not abandon me. I said NO, they will like it. And if they don’t there will come the ones who do. They will understand the necessity I have for change, for movement in my life. I have been standing still for too long and I refuse to continue doing that.
And armed with that new found determination and my weapons of choice, I set out on a new adventure, and Alice in Wonderland was the perfect vehicle to find a new path. Like Alice, I set out to a place where anything is possible, and together we wayfared on a new world of colors, new faces and new techniques.
One of the strangest things I discovered is how a medium you know so well suddenly can become daunting and menacing when you want to do something different to what you’ve done before. Things that are familiar to you no longer feel safe, because you are now doing things that will test your head, and your mind, and your brain, too. I felt like Alice in front of the Red Queen, demanded to explain what I was attempting to, and why.
But I kept walking on Wonderland, one step at a time, one painting at a time. Loving the journey, loving the process, the learning and the joy of seeing my ideas come to fruition at last.
You can see all the effort and love I poured into my new work, the faces are different, more alive than ever, and the pieces themselves are darker in color but still dreamy. It’s funny because when I started I ran away from earth tone like the plague, and now here I am with dreamy, old style illustrations.
I called this an evolution in the beginning, but as I’m was done with the last painting of the series, I realized this was not an evolution. It was a revolution, a change so drastic and strong that after it things will not be the same.
Alice found the mad hatter and the rabbit in the end, and on my story, she decides to stay in Wonderland and start a new story there. Just like I will.