The Journey of Owning Myself: Tinc I

Tinc I (12"x12")

The canvas before me hums with a silent energy, even now. When I first began 'Tinc I,' I wasn't sure what would emerge. There was just this deep, insistent urge to translate the turbulence and the profound calm I felt within. As I laid down the initial strokes of deep teal and ocean blue, I was thinking of the vastness, the endless possibilities that stretch out, sometimes frightening, sometimes exhilarating. These aren't just colors; they are the ebb and flow of emotions that often feel too big to contain.

I remember dipping my brush into that vibrant, fiery orange, then into the deep, passionate red. With each sweep, I wasn't just painting a line; I was channeling a raw, visceral feeling – the burning ambition, the sudden bursts of joy, the quiet rage that sometimes simmers beneath the surface. It’s a dance, isn't it? This constant push and pull. The white lines, cutting through the chaos, felt like clarity, like those rare moments when everything makes sense, even for a fleeting second. I allowed the yellow to sing, a warm counterpoint, a whisper of hope and light in the swirling depths.

The title, 'Tinc I,' holds a very personal resonance for me. In Catalan, "tinc" means "I have." For me, it encapsulates a profound realization: "I have myself." It’s a declaration, an acceptance of everything that constitutes me – the highs and the lows, the vibrant colors and the shadows, the clarity and the confusion. This painting, 'Tinc I,' is a testament to the journey of owning one's complete self. It's about recognizing the intricate tapestry of experiences and feelings that make us who we are, without needing to categorize or simplify. Every swirl, every thick, textured application of paint, is a piece of that ongoing discovery. It’s a reminder that even in the most tumultuous moments, there is a core, a self, that holds it all together. Creating 'Tinc I' was not just an act of painting; it was an act of profound self-acknowledgment.