I don't make art to match your couch.
I make it to match my moments. Somewhere in these moments, you might find yours too.
I don't make art to match your couch.
I make it to match my moments. Somewhere in these moments, you might find yours too.
Meet Paintiac
Art didn't just save me. It lit a fire in my soul.
Hey!
I’m Deidra, but when I’m creating, I’m Paintiac.
My son gave me that name back when I was reborn in paint. He started singing she's a paintiac in the tune of "Shes a Maniac"
And it stuck.
So did the fire.
I’d never touched a brush before that night. Life had me on my knees, ready to quit, when I cried out to God for a reason to continue. I was supernaturally led to a canvas stashed in my closet I don’t remember owning. I found a paintbrush and just started painting... first on that canvas, and then on anything and everything I could get my hands on. It was like my soul cracked open. Screaming, whispering, shouting, laughing, and singing all at the same time. That wasn’t just art; it was a freakin' miracle. I’m still floored by what pours out of me sometimes.
Whatever needs to be heard in the moment is what I create. And maybe whatever needs to be heard... you're listening for as well.
I don’t think I fit into any one genre, and I don’t try to. My work lives in whatever moment it was born from.
Everything I make is one-of-a-kind, because we're all one-of-a-kind and I love that about this big beautiful weirdo world.
Art is bigger than me, bigger than all of us and I don't believe it belongs in a box with a label slapped on it.
My art is about letting out what needs to be heard, felt, seen and experienced. Whether it's a dresser whispering to me that it desperately craves an enchanted makeover, or an emerging elephant from beautiful storm clouds or how can I resist Santa holding a puppy? I mean seriously. They all speak to me and I listen.
So my art journey is about not giving up when you feel you just can't go on. It's about resilience. It's about surrender. It's about peace and it's about an unspeakable joy that's felt when creativity comes alive.
Is it perfect? Probably not to some. But to me... it is.
Hopefully by sharing I can reach through the mediums of time and space and touch something kindred in your spirit too.
So step inside my gallery, stay and chill for awhile. I'm glad you're here.
It's just art. Just us. Just now.
With love,
Deidra
AKA Paintiac