What is Intuitive Art?

Intuitive art is seamlessly created. It begins with a moment of inception, when something is seen, as if for the very first time and my mind takes a snapshot. It could be as simple as a flight of stairs that lead into an old brick building, or looking at an ice cream truck. Ordinary, every day items that I call a kismet moment. Right then and there, it strikes a nerve and I know, one day I’ll paint it.

But the item isn’t always prominently displayed in my work. Sometimes it’s obscure, because I’ve painted it, then embraced it, like giving it a hug, I’ve surrounded it with other items or people, until it seems less of a focal point. Yet it is, when you look at the painting, some part of you can see it emotionally, that’s how the work will make you feel it, that’s prominent.

So my story is in bits and pieces, seemingly disconnected, as if I’m living multiple lifetimes all at once. But for the past four years, I’ve been painting continuously after nearly dying, when my body began shutting down for no apparent reason. And when it stopped attacking itself, I was left deaf in one ear, had permanent lung damage and was released from the hospital with my companion, a walker meant for an old lady. I was 56 years old.

Some days I’d wake up in so much pain that adding a “t” to the word “pain” seemed to just make sense, as it added color to what I was feeling. In that way, I could stop complaining. I could perhaps show and share my experience beyond the existence of debilitating discomfort.

Of course, that wasn’t completely possible, because there’s no magical art that allows you to brush away reality, but it can be suspended. And in that way, I was able to convincingly paint myself out of a rut, my brush strokes led me to an escape route, where my art carried me safely away from stress and death.

But even now as I’m writing this, I know that I will never be well again. That the rare disease that I have, Granulomatosis with Polyiingitis, isn’t only rare because people don’t get it, but because people rarely survive the disease. There’s no cure. Medicines can suppress it, and they create a false sense of security, but the illness remains within me.

“Daddies Dream Too”

Intuitive art captures the feeling of forlorn & brings awareness of what’s wrong, by giving it color, so people might actually look at it and SEE.

These ideas are intuitively represented in my artwork, “Daddies Dream Too” and “She Named Her Daughter Hope” which is now on display at the Piano Craft Gallery in Boston (exhibition in person with COVID-19 protocols in place, and in-line #SocialDistancingGallery, September 4 -27th) My hope is to open our eyes to all manner of discomfort through art.

I don’t have formal training. No one taught me how to hold a paintbrush or how to master a brush stroke. For me it’s just been picking the up the paint and putting it down.

Some paintings have more meaning to me than others, like my three part domestic violence series, which draws the viewer in, seeing at first beautiful colors, and then the brain comprehends that they’re admiring a giant fist punching a woman in a beat down. My intuitive Art aims to make people more aware.

Untitled (Domestic Violence)

If by chance you see me, through my artwork and it looks easy. Good. Maybe that’s why I survived, maybe that’s what I’m here. Maybe…

Without any classical training, no art instruction, no lessons in the fine art of painting… I’m suppose to make it look easy, so others might try. If so, mission accomplished.

What are you here for? What do you think?

Turning The Screw #JustDoIt

Good Morning World 🌎 I woke up with strength on my mind.  These are my musings before I pick up a paintbrush to paint. And for no particular reason I’m going to share it here, with you. Later on, I’m going to come back and revisit my musings. I’m going to post- check my post, and read whatever enlightening responses have been left.  Hopefully someone will join the conversation and that’ll be interesting for sure.

We all are “Doers”.  The ability to be a “Doer” has layers, some people are very quick at getting a thing done, while others are slow & steady. 

I’m reminded of repairing doorknobs.  We make an initial observation, an overall assessment of what’s wrong with it and think why does it get stuck? Are we turning it wrong?  Or is the problem with the hardware?  We think that maybe tightening a screw might help.  We quickly grab the right tools, a Phillips head screwdriver fits, we tighten the loose screw and for good measure, we tighten all the other screws as well, then we tell ourselves “There, that fixed  it!” 

But maybe It’s a temporary repair, a quick adjustment that seems “Good Enough”,  but one that can never hold up under the comings and goings that a doorknob is meant to endure.  Sometimes a quick repair isn’t good enough, it’s not sustainable and it isn’t guaranteed to work, because maybe it wasn’t just a screw that came loose.   Maybe it’s the material that the screw was driven into.  Perhaps, over time the hole has widened and no matter how much we turn the screwdriver that screw, in that hole isn’t going to bite into the wood anymore.  But when we quickly put all of our will & might into the last turns, the screw gets a meager hold and we think that it’ll work, that our repair will be efficient, because in that moment, when we tested the doorknob it held, it turned and the door could be opened.  

If we leave straight away, without continuously turning the doorknob, without wiggling and without roughly testing it, we can convince ourselves, that it’s been fixed and we can walk away thinking that we’ve done a good job.  

But there’s a better way to go about life, it’s not so quick and requires a more diligent approach.  This then is the other kind of doer, the one who’s efficiency begins with analyzing & understanding how the doorknob was suppose to work.  When we look at the hardware and also take a moment to assess the condition of material that the doorknob is mounted on.  

When we start to look hard at the cracks, for wood rot, or other imperfections that may not have existed when the door was hung.  When we go deeper and look for what might’ve caused the failure, was it a small water leak or the remnants of a flood?  Was it insect damage, is there a nearby termite tunnel?  We look hard to see what might not be immediately visible. Trying to determine what caused the failure becomes an important part, as to how we can fix it. 

So we want to understand how the installer put the doorknob on, was it skillfully done or haphazard? Did she cross-thread the screws, or are these even the right screws for the job? Sheet metal screws might fit through the mounting base of the doorknob, but sheet metal screws aren’t meant for wood, the name gives us clues to their proper use.  

As we continue to inspect the doorknob, physically wiggling, at first carefully and then more violently, we begin to understand where the weak point is, we step back & we can see, how the doorknob was suppose to be installed.  Now, we become the slower, more efficient “Doer”, we spend time in the preparation of the repair, as we intend to create a lasting bond, a more permanent repair.  Intentions are clear, hardware that might’ve failed replaced, the door itself is checked for balance and tightness of its hinges, all the working parts are artfully, purposefully and skillfully addressed.  The doorknob is repaired for long term use, available at a moment’s notice for when opportunity might soon appear.  So that doorknob’s door hinges need to stay lubricated because opening the door, by turning the knob hinges on al the parts remaining in good working order.

Life’s like that, the working parts of a doorknob & opportunity waiting on the other side.  


An Artsy Tale

A fabulous thing happened during the Corona Virus global pandemic, a positive phenomenon out of those dark moments. As people shuttered themselves in and hunkered down, innovation and creativity seemed to flourish. In true Dickensian fashion, “…it was the best of times, it was the worse of times”, artists were producing wonderful pieces of art and showcasing it on social media, while art galleries struggled to keep their doors open.

It was in this environment that the Piano Craft Art Gallery in Boston began an innovative way to exhibit art, by using the hashtag #SocialDistancingGallery they turned their website and social media platforms into a virtual art gallery! In this way, they stayed relevant, while adhering to the state’s strict protocols. And then they added a brilliant open call for art submissions. And I know that’s not the way things are normally done, but during these strange days, it was quite do-able.

I stumbled upon their call on Instagram and I sent it to an artist in Norway who I followed. He was a magnificent artist who declined the opportunity, because the Corona Virus had shuttered his village, his bitter reply was the “horror of globalization”. And it stunned me, because I really didn’t know him, cloaked by the anonymity that the web provides us, but we were ‘internet and his words stung me. Because for me, no matter how bad Corona Virus may become, I would never trade away my global community.

That afternoon, without expectation I submitted my own painting. I was shocked, completely gobsmacked when I received an acceptance. And while it all seemed like luck, is anything really by chance? What if I was guided and then pushed to submit my art to @artpcgBoston ? A BLAM!!! Here I am writing a blog, on a webpage that I just created and wait… what? A webpage? Yikes! My art is included in an art exhibition!!!

The Empty Nesters

People ask me, why do I call my work Intuitive Art? I’m unabashed in my reply, I’ve so much respect and admiration for artists who have studied and learnt from the masters. But the fact of the matter is that I have no classical training in art. I don’t hold any certificates in art. I don’t have a degree in Art History and I haven’t visited the Lourve in Paris. So my brush strokes come from a base, emotional place within me. The result is I paint what I feel intuitively.

So, that brings me to the part of the conversation, when I invite you to visit the gallery in Boston or check out the virtual gallery online. Covid-19 may have turned the world topsy-turvy, but we’re not disconnected, I can see you. And I like what I see. Go and if you can, buy something and support art. Chances are, like me, you’re gonna like something that you see.

Piano Craft Art Gallery Sept 4 – 27th
793 Tremont Street, Boston
Fridays 6pm – 8pm
Saturdays 12pm – 5pm
Sundays 12pm -5pm

Angie’s Double Dutch Jump Rope

When I was a kid, I never learnt how to double Dutch jump rope.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to learn, it’s just that I wasn’t good at it, my skinny legs didn’t lift high enough, or move fast enough or angle out at the right entry point.

Double Dutch Jump Roping

And the girls in my neighborhood didn’t stop turning the jump rope fast, just because you were slow. In fact it appeared to me, to be the exact opposite and beginner or not, once they started swinging the rope your turn ended when the rope stopped. Even if you stepped on it, getting into the middle, even before you had a chance to jump. And it wasn’t negotiable.  But what a joy it was to watch! The best jumpers had the longest time in the ropes, their legs seemingly went a mile a minute, their braids flopped in-sync with the rope’s revolution up and down. Perspiration glistened on their foreheads, as they held their arms elbows in, tight spin and then elbows out, arms upward and bent. You either had the skill to jump Double-Dutch or you didn’t get to jump Double-Dutch, it was that plain and simple.

My strategy was to offer to swing the ropes and hopefully, the older girls would take pity on me and in that way, I might get a turn to jump. Unfortunately, I couldn’t swing the ropes for the girls who were taller than me, because I couldn’t swing the rope over their heads, or as they called it, I was “double-handed” whatever that meant, I’m not sure as we all had two hands. In the end, I never got enough turns to properly learn how to jump.

I was in awe of Double-Dutch jump roping, but it wasn’t reciprocated, it was like having a crush on someone who doesn’t like you back. After awhile, I stopped watching. Besides, a little further up the street, a group of boys were playing basketball.  If you know me at all, then you know how that panned out for me. 🙂 

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Hi there…

My name is DaNice D. Marshall. After raising my family and being a caretaker for my Mum, I get to live my childhood dream with you, here on my own webpage, that I created intuitively. Outside of climbing telephone poles for ten years, I’m untrained. But isn’t that a woman’s talent? As she multi-tasks and sashays her way through life?

Make-up on, mask off. Intuitive, that’s me. So if my artwork is rudimentary and my webpage is a little too basic, no worries. Because all I wanted to do, after being a mom, was to share my forgotten dreams. To write a short story and be published. To paint a piece of artwork and to have it exhibited in an art gallery. I’ve accomplished both.

If I’ve made it look easy, it’s only so others might try. Go ahead, you too can live an ordinary life in a most extraordinary way. Salute 🙂