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Bryce Widom: Works of the Soul Liberating Everything
May 6 - May 27
Works of the Soul: Liberating Everything
My experience of creativity is as a rising force from the unconscious – powerful, vital, unending. And my biggest aspiration as an artist is trusting myself to freely express the nature of it.
Over the course of this past year and a half, every painting I’ve made has been a moment of reckoning: How free am I willing to be? How uncontained in subject matter and theme? How unmanaged in my relationship with the “rules of art” and color and technique? How bold in my brushstrokes, splashes, and pourings?
In this body of work, I meet this challenge straight on. With every brushstroke, every figure, every wash of ink, I am choosing freedom over closure and self-consciousness.
This show is simply me over the past six months – facing my fears, doing my work, letting go of self-consciousness, and painting a bridge between my unconscious world and my conscious works.
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About Bryce Widom
We all drew when we were kids – and making images is one of the most universal things
we as humans do, whether it’s handprints in a cave or crayons on a kitchen wall.
Which has me feeling that the most compelling question is not “Why do we create
pictures?” but instead “Why do most of us stop?” And I did come to a full stop, in my early teens. Crippling perfectionism soured what once was an act of joy and self-possession into a painful self-implosion and truly gnarly inner-breakdown.
and painting in my mid-twenties. And for the past twenty-ish years, I’ve been findingmoments of freedom in my art-making, in between big squeezes of poisonous self-critique and collapse.I am now in the midst of a creative uprising. A way of approaching art free of the thoughts “will it be good enough” and “what will they think of me”. I am approaching my sketchbook as I feel my five-year-old self did: brimming with an unselfconscious
confidence and a supercharged vitality.
Aliveness. This is what my soul is here for, regardless of what the images look like: to
honor the eruptive creative force coursing through me, whether I’m making pictures,
making pasta, or making love.