Art has been the only unfailing stability in my life, creating is my way of resting my fanatical thoughts, I use paint instead of pills in a society where psychological compassion is replaced with pharmaceutical drugs. Art allows me to live boundlessly among these societal restrictions and facilitates a moment that is unpolluted and limitless.

This manifested not from lunacy, artist narcissism or truly any visual result, but from an innate method to cope and survive an abusive upbringing, art became a way to gain a sense of self worth and a distinct identity. If my voice is not heard, It will be seen, if I face chaos, I will create tranquility, and this blend of mayhem and order became a significant foundation of my artwork.

My visual style is profoundly influenced by my former pedigree, and I like to call it systematic pandemonium my bold patterns that scream to be examined and pursued in sequence. Are primarily painted from my subconscious, images come to me in fragments, I feel more than I see. The use of repetitive order amid the chaos appeases a sense of balance that I find to be amusing and beautifully primitive.

I routinely count the individual marks I paint in every sequential pattern to create my own personal puzzle. In addition to my rhythmic details I like to put forward a whimsical element that cultivates my peculiar imagination. I am captivated with myth, monsters, birds, sea life, and female iconic symbols; these themes represent a sense of magic and boundless possibilities, in which I find established bliss. My artwork sprouted out of adversity, but my current and foreseeable future works are heavily symbolic of therapeutic growth and most importantly a valid sense of identity.

Julie Luke