When I was growing up, my grandmother use to say you were bare to the bone if you told someone a secret. To her it meant that you should be careful who you told your secrets to or they may not be secrets for much longer.
For me bare to the bone means taking something down to its most primitive, whether a subject or a feeling. This is how I approach my art. It is in the process of describing the essence that I attempt to strip bare the facts and look simply at feelings.
So art becomes my way of making sense of the world. It allows me to turn things over and look at them differently—to go deep and find the true meaning or emotion.
Artwork continues to the sides and is wired and ready to hang.
wood, limestone paste, acrylic paint, paper, mediums, charcoal