

painting again
Artist Statement
Elizabeth A Newman
If I were to speak to you five years ago, I would have never imagined that I would be where I am today. Always the most promising art student, my supervisors, peers and I all had the highest aspirations for my future- whether it be illustrated book deals or high society gallery socialista, it was expected to be something extraordinary. After all, such talent was bound to harvest great success.
As a student at the prestigious Rhode Island School of Design I thrived in studies of fine applied arts, increasing my technical skills in all traditional mediums specializing in oils, watercolor, and pastels. My niche was children’s book illustration, as I loved the uncomplicated nature of visually communicating with children. I studied under such illustrators as Mary Jane Begin and David Macaulay and was increasingly fine tuning my own artistic voice. Upon graduation I was armed with all the necessary tools to finally become the working illustrator I had aspired to be. I am not sure what it was exactly that made me stop, but I did. After graduation I set down my paintbrush and with that, I buried my talents and dreams. I entered ‘normalcy’. I got married, launched a career as an interior designer, bought a house and a dog, and even birthed two beautiful babies. It has been five years since earning my Bachelors of Fine Arts, but I am nowhere near the vision I had had of myself when I was yet in high school. I had hid my talents- my artistic quirkiness- and had become ‘ordinary’.
But then something miraculous happened. After the birth of my second child, I fell into a debilitating post partum depression. Unable to return to my full-time job, I was left sequestered in my tiny house caring for my two young children. It was in this period of overwhelming frustration where I finally confronted the source of my sadness- my loss of self. I had to unearth my creative spirit. The moment I opened my sketchbook, it was as if I hit a well. The ideas sprung out my innermost being- and not like ever before. It was as if the well of creativity was somehow deeper and the force with which it flowed was more powerful than I had ever remembered it to be. The five year dormancy of my creative spirit had actually enriched my artistic voice! I now have such a direct, precise sense of clarity about my style that I have outlined entire collections, sketched out fresh illustrations, even found new ways of communicating my political and religious ideas. I know what inspires me, I know what I am drawn to visually, and I know how to visually realize these inspirations. I know who I am and where I must go. I know I need to turn the artist in me outward- to turn myself inside out.
A little tidbit on my inspiration
I work mainly in oils, but also enjoy watercolor, pastel and pencil. I am drawn to vivid, rich color use with a strong sense of light and shadow. I work with many layers of transparent glazes, with hopes of making my paintings sing with a luminous, vibrant light quality. I study the relationships of contrasting colors and incorporate the use of “intelligent” color mixing and painting. Patterns especially captivate me. By exploring the positioning of certain flat objects within a spacious realm, I find that exciting patterns emerge. I have strong rendering skills and strive to make every composition a well-formulated design. In terms of subject matter, I work figuratively. Sometimes I tediously work with every detail of a face and figure, careful to capture the exact expression and emotion of the portrait. In other paintings, I loosely paint the figures, not paying attention to the details, but rather allowing the multitudes of figures together to formulate a pattern and design strong enough to carry the composition of the painting.