Puroch: Chasing a Feeling, Laying Bare the Soul

Puroch (12"x12")

The canvas often feels like a silent confidant, holding all the unspoken thoughts and fleeting emotions that dance within me. When I began *Puroch*, I wasn't setting out to capture a specific scene or idea; instead, I was chasing a feeling. That deep, midnight blue, the very foundation of this piece, felt like diving into the vast ocean of my subconscious. As I layered it on, I was immersing myself in moments of quiet contemplation, allowing the depths to swallow my surface anxieties.

The word *Puroch* itself is born from that space – it’s the whisper of a discovery, the fleeting sense of understanding that arrives just as quickly as it departs. It’s the feeling of something untamed yet deeply familiar, a raw pulse in the quietude of my artistic world. For me, *Puroch* is that sudden, inexplicable spark when fragmented thoughts coalesce, not into a clear image, but into a potent sensation that demands to be expressed. It's the moment before dawn, the silence pregnant with possibility.

When my brush dragged through the thick white, forming those sweeping, bold gestures, I wasn't drawing lines; I was tracing the paths of my own wandering mind. Each curve and arc was an attempt to articulate the inarticulable, a search for clarity amidst the murky blues. There were moments of frustration, certainly, as the paint resisted or flowed in unexpected ways, but there was also a profound joy in letting go, in allowing the material to have its own voice. The spontaneous splatters of black and blue were not mistakes; they were the echoes of restless energy, the scattered thoughts that eventually find their place within the larger tapestry.

Then came the gold. As I dabbed and dripped, watching the metallic sheen catch the light, I was thinking of resilience, of the preciousness of those fleeting moments of insight. The golden streaks and spots felt like glimmers of hope, like sunlight breaking through dense clouds, or ancient wisdom emerging from forgotten texts – a nod to the subtle, almost hidden, newspaper fragments peeking through the layers. And the vibrant yellow, those sharp, energetic strokes at the bottom left and the quick, almost frantic dashes in the center? They were the sudden bursts of emotion, the urgent declaration of life, cutting through the shadows with an undeniable force. They were my heart beating, a reminder of the raw, untamed spirit that fuels every stroke.

Creating *Puroch* was a journey through my own internal landscape, a dance between control and surrender. It’s a testament to the chaotic beauty of thought, the quiet power of intuition, and the enduring quest to find meaning in the abstract. Each layer, each color, each mark is a testament to the raw, unfiltered truth of that moment. And in the end, it is truly mine, a piece of my soul laid bare.