Painting on the earth, with the earth, reminds me where we came from and where we will eventually return. We owe so much reverence and thanks to this sacred land we tread upon. My paintings are snapshots of my earthly journey. They capture the essence of a place, a feeling, a moment in time.
Titanium white, yellow ochre, neutral grey, payne's grey, burt sienna, burnt umber, green clay, white sand, pebbles, feathers, bones, brine flies, charcoal, and salt water from the Great Salt Lake where all used to create this work.
All this time I've been going about it the wrong way: changing my outward circumstances instead of finding peace and safety within myself.
Samantha daSilva | Fine Art turns 12 today! Every year on this day, I made the tradition to read my Artist Statement to see if it still fits. It still fits. A huge & heartfelt Thank You to everyone who's contributed & supported me on this journey - We are intrinsically connected, and I could not have done this without you.
Happy day! After 7 different art studios since our move to the Big Island of Hawaii in 2016 (I kid you not, I’ve done the math 3 times), I am thrilled to announce that daSilva Fine Art has found a permanent home in Salt Lake City, Utah!
This is nothing short than a dream come true for me, and I can’t begin to express how thankful I am for the people that have encouraged & supported us during this extremely transitional time in our lives.
Stay tuned for our upcoming Grand Opening event, new workshop announcements, FearLESS retreats, and the fact that my earnings get larger with the passing of each year.
We’re not heart surgeons. We are artists. There is no wrong choice. Our decisions do not mean life or death for a patient. Thank goodness for that! Every decision that we make on the canvas, takes us to the next. This is the creative process at work! Learn to trust it.
There is no such thing as a “wrong”, “bad” or an “ugly” painting. Each layer is but a “chapter” in the finished “book”. We may not love certain chapters, but they become an integral part of the story.
New beginnings are necessary. New beginnings are exciting, stimulating, and they’re hard.
It’s time to bundle up again! My feet have barely seen the inside of shoes in the last 2 years. These days they are constantly wrapped in a layer of wool socks and boots. It feels strange to wear my old clothes again. I can’t help but feel like I am stepping into a costume of sorts. Who is this woman in long sweaters, scarves, hats and thermal underwear? I find myself acclimating to Utah’s desert cold climate, physically just as much as mentally.
Early this morning, I went outside to continue cleaning up the debris left by the hurricane: palm frowns, papaya leaves, broken branches, shingles, oranges, papayas, and avocados strewn all over the yard.
As I looked back on my 2-years on the Big Island of Hawai'i, I could not help to feel a sense of regret, displacement, and loss as a result of the Kilauea eruptions that forced us to evacuate our home.
Healing takes time. Healing takes family. Sometimes, healing takes distance. The following is an account of the transition that took place inside of me, as I replaced negative feelings with acceptance, understanding and love.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art-making process is a catalyst for transformation and personal empowerment. I am living proof.