An artist is forged from the crucible of past experiences, shaped by the profound encounters with nature, and rooted in the sanctity of familial ties. For me, the family farm has always been the bedrock of my artistic journey—a sanctuary where the rhythms of life unfold at a languid pace. It is within this serene backdrop that I learned the art of quiet observation, attuning my senses to the subtle nuances of existence that often elude the hurried gaze.
The trees, with their stoic presence and silent resilience, became my steadfast companions. I witnessed their cyclical dance of life and death, from their tender sapling days to their eventual demise. They were not merely objects of adornment but vessels of profound wisdom, teaching me the essence of patience, perseverance, and the tender labor of love essential for nurturing growth.
In the embrace of those trees, I found solace and inspiration—a muse that would accompany me as I embarked on my artistic journey. Drawing, photographing, and painting became my chosen mediums of expression, each stroke a homage to the beauty and resilience of nature.
Leaving behind the tranquility of rural life in my early twenties, I ventured into the bustling metropolis of the city. Yet, the memories of those trees remained etched in my soul, weaving themselves into the tapestry of my art. In Los Angeles, I found my calling as a painter—a journey that culminated in my education at the prestigious Art Center College of Design and two decades of sharing my creations with the world.
Through my art, I seek to impart the stories and lessons learned amidst the embrace of those trees—to evoke in others the same sense of wonder and reverence for the beauty that surrounds us. For me, being an artist is not merely a vocation but a sacred duty—a testament to the enduring power of nature to inspire, to heal, and to transform.
Seyhoun Gallery Solo Exhibition for Annette Wyrick-Solari (2007)
