Shawna Cross Contemporary Fine Artist

 
 
Last week I said goodbye to a few of my paintings, including my favorite which I had until recently kept stored in my personal collection, Projection in Bear Arms. It was a painting I had worked on through three studio transitions until I finally finished it in my fourth and current studio, here at Borough, in 2007. It was the first painting I finished in Vermont, actually, and one of its details provides the image for this website's homepage. "Projection..." has always been magical to me, and it's also huge. By the time I finished framing it it met my eyebrows. It was going to a great new home, though, so off we and a huge rental van trucked, down to nyc through lots of rain, lots of lightning; many friends, many, many late night laughs. 
 
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The first photo looks kind of funny reflected in the new yoga mirrors (the new entrance to Borough is a yoga/tai chi studio...entering and exiting is so awkward now; without fail, I almost always time my arrival right in the middle of a class), but you get the idea. 

In the spirit of farewell, here's the writing that went along with this, my most sentimental painting, which was all about whimsical l-l-l-love and goodbyes. Every time I looked at this painting, I still felt the words, "...and moments that make you want to crawl inside another as every one of their breaths is a promise of feeling so vivid forever". Read it after the jump (Read More).
 
 
Over the past months I've been writing far more than painting; notebooks scattered around my pillows, tucked in travel bags, hovering around in my car. I've been incredibly annoyed with the frequency I've been able to get to my studio, so luckily a pen and paper provide a similar outlet. 

Opposed to the prose I usually write alongside my paintings, I've been working on an experimental set of short stories. Dialogue hardly exists within them, rather details and a train of consciousness paints the story. I've been moving a lot lately, kind of homeless feeling despite the fact that I'm currently renting out three spaces to reside within. I enjoy not being tied to anything, it's a liberating feeling, and these stories deal with my subconscious curiosity and fear of the opposite. What if I did sleep in only one place throughout the week while working only one job in only one county in this state? What if I spent the majority of my time with a relatively stable set of the same people, what if I stated put for a moment...what if I tried. I don't know what it would be like, I specifically haven't tried, but the stories are an outlet for something I question but don't currently desire. Kind of, anyway, in a loose and vague sense.  

I'm posting one of the many here, it's very short, and since they're experimental I'd love any feedback at all, I'm absolutely open to it. Hope you enjoy, read it after the jump (the Read More link).