I have had this concept in my mind for the past year. An image of a beautiful landscape embedded with a portrait.
To tell you the truth I was never really interested in being an artist. I spent nearly all of my high school and undergrad years playing sports and travelling. My father Albert Popa taught me as a young boy and brought me to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC, as often as I would let him, to draw from sculptures and the great masters. Essentially, at no point in time did I ever indulge in the harmless act of drawing a simple cartoon. I had to draw the various bones of the body for "fun" at age 7. Instead of Mickey Mouse it was pelvis, instead of PIkachu it was Clavicle. And it didn't stop there, growing up my father constantly reminded me of his favourite quote by the great Michelangelo. " You know Dave, I see you've been wasting time with all these other shenanigans. Just remember what the great Michelangelo said..."
DRAW DRAW DRAW AND STOP WASTING TIME!! -Michelangelo Buonarroti
So what does Michelangelo and my slightly overbearing father have to do with painting in the mountains of Norway? Well... everything. If it wasn't for my fathers consistency I would have never attained the basic skill of DRAWING. And this doesn't merely entail the physical act of drawing with a piece of graphite on a paper, but the very act of making a design in your thoughts and then having the ABILITY to execute it in reality. And the simple solution I found in eventually seeing my thoughts turn to reality was simply to TRY STUFF. Allow yourself to stumble into the unknown and perhaps fall flat on your face. I had to be honest with myself. I had to be honest that I wasn't interested in being in a studio all year round painting on canvas. I needed to accept what I was drawn to the unexpectedness of the world outside of my studio and INTO THE UNKNOWN. Of course I will always be doing some measure of work in my studio, but I find that it needs to be complimented by the excitement of the unexpected outside my studio walls.