Neurogal's Art

The following paintings are inspired by the books that I've read, lessons that I've learned, and philosophies to which I ascribe. Because literature and imagery are intimately linked, (almost) every painting contains an attached short essay or poem.

If you are interested in purchasing a painting, please email me at neurogalMD@gmail.com.

 
 
   
  
   
  
    
  
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    Existence in Limitation  $1000.00 - SOLD  36"X36"

Existence in Limitation

$1000.00 - SOLD

36"X36"

Existence in limitation

I painted this not knowing exactly what was ultimately to be born. As I began to work, I experienced waves of diverse emotions. Initially overwhelmed with the size of the canvas, I asked myself how I could ever complete it and not have it look like a five year old painted it. I sketched the outline with a pencil, first on a sheet of paper, then on the canvas itself. I then attempted to turn off the left hemisphere of my brain and tried to escape into the scene. “Too much blue, too much yellow… oh, my painting looks like a fried egg!!” Then, by the glory of my logical spirit’s surrender from sheer exhaustion—or the overwhelming scent of turpentine in the air—I dove into the world of limitless color and calm. At some point, it was time to let go, though. No more touch ups or color splashes, lest the endless hours of work be ruined with one stroke of a brush...
My eyes rested on the finished piece. I sat down and gazed at it, and was reminded of something I recently read from a book called 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos, by Dr. Jordan Peterson: “If you are already everything, everywhere, always, there is nowhere to go and nothing to be. Everything that could be already is, and everything that could happen already has… No limitation, no story. No story, no Being.”


 Woman Mounted on a Wall  $900.00  16"X16"

Woman Mounted on a Wall

$900.00

16"X16"

Woman Mounted on Wall

I painted this shortly after my thirtieth birthday to emphasize the importance I'd placed on a woman's superficial physical appearance and youth during my twenties. I had relatively little respect for the rich gift that genuine womanhood offers. The woman of this era seems to either desperately attempt to hold on to youth's fading physical beauty or completely rejects all of the feminine to pursue only the masculine. Can we not cultivate both the feminine archetype - the mother, the chaotic, the giver of life; and the masculine - the higher conscience, the orderly, the pursuer of success? Do we have to place our womanhood on a mantle for display, or hang it on a rack in a closet to allow the dust to accumulate?


 Confused Shapes  36"X42"  Sold

Confused Shapes

36"X42"

Sold

Confused Shapes

Take off your mask.

Put on your Soul.

Wear it Proudly.


 Surrealist's Dreams  16"X20"  Sold

Surrealist's Dreams

16"X20"

Sold

Surrealist's Dreams