JJ Worden

Mixed Media Artist

Finding the Light in Acid Green

Do you ever find yourself making choices based purely on 'gut feeling'? 

Sometimes the brush knows things the brain hasn't figured out yet. When I started this piece, I was focused on the world-weary slump of his profile thinking in muted tones, contemplating a Zorn palette (typically Yellow Ochre, Vermilion or Cadmium Red Light, Ivory Black, and White) but somewhere along the way, I reached for electric greens, magenta and dark plums and just went with it.  The background came last — a final punch of lime to balance the weight of his expression. 

And then? He sat in my studio awaiting a title. 

I revisited it this week and was struck, again, by the tension between the electric skin-tones and the weight of the world on this man's shoulders. Did he feel overwhelmed? Was life not enough or maybe too much? I could feel his reticence. There is a beautiful irony in using those high-octane, "electric" colors to depict a soul that looks like it’s seen a hundred years of history. 

My short staccato brush strokes, left visible with thick paint, mimic a sense of 'weathered' skin whilst the choice of almost jarring, electric colour contrasts to highlight a moment of quiet, intellectual reflection.  He's aware of what life might have to offer but stilled by its overwhelm.

Meet "A Brilliant Silence". 

I landed on this title because it carries a double weight much like the man himself. It is a nod to the literal luminosity of the paint, but also to the perceived depth of a mind that is still sharp and bright, even whilst his soul is tired.  

In the end, this piece reminded me that as an artist, my job isn't always to have the answers before the brush hits the board. Sometimes, the most honest portraits are the ones that emerge when we stop over-thinking and start listening to the what the painting wants to say.  

A Brilliant Silence is now finalized and will be part of my next Art Drop (sign up now!). I’d love to hear from you—does his silence feel heavy to you, or is there a sense of peace in his reticence?