The repetitious movement in order to shed the old and come into the new.
The constant, glorious struggle and continuous momentum in order to be projected into the present, the glory and the divine truth of who you really are.
The shedding of layers of an old self, a past life and previous ideals.
The new. The bold. THE FIN COLLECTION.
There’s something to be said for reinvention. The ability to internally and externally release what hasn’t worked for oneself in the past, to create a new persona, to drive forth into the ether a new energy and a new way of being.
I took a few weeks to pen this introduction to the primary issue of my freshly renovated and newly invigorated website.
There were quiet moments of introspection, intensely anxious bouts of negative reflection, open discussions with professionals, hilarious conversations with friends, soft heart aching, heavy breathed considerations with loved ones, hopeful meetings and interviews, a douse of denial, a little sweat and lots of tears. But here we are, ready to propel a new era of creativity and imagination into the world.
With quarterly focuses, I hope to bring you the freshest of the fresh, the newest of the new and the most creative bite sizes pieces of content to quench your thirst for the current and satisfy your hunger for the unique.
I hope you love it, I hope you share it, and I hope to god you continue to create it.
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On painting as a new father, discussions about Mother Earth and the rebirth of artworks though his unique process.
Chadwick Tyler explores the notions of rebirth with Eileen Kelly
The poet John Donne once wrote that ‘in heaven, it is always autumn’ – as if rebirth into life everlasting awaits yet another temporal transition. And in the same way that Donne refuses to perceive finality in a soul’s journey, art must always be poised for its renaissance.
The truth is we idolize birth, with all of its productive, pungent newness, the fresh promise of something other than what was before. What we forget is that nothing can be created without rearranging, rewiring and rebuilding what has happened already.
Photographer Jake Terry and artist Amy Finlayson muse about masking parts of one’s identity to reveal a deeper form of self expression