These paintings have been recovered as of April 26, 2016! I am so grateful!!!
February 2016
I have finally started painting again. The deepest of heartbreaks came to me when I discovered that a real estate broker who was in charge of a house in which my paintings were staged, had loaded them into a trailer, neither notifying me nor the owner. He claims to not know what company he “hired” and refuses to be of any help. Thankfully, I have a Denver Police Department detective who is helping me, and today, the case was presented to the District Attorney’s office. Luckily I have a witness who saw this individual loading my work (eight of my most significant paintings) into a trailer. My detective at the DPD has been a great deal of help and I am very grateful.
I realize how much time, energy and love I have invested in each of my paintings, and how deeply I care about my creations, my profession, my talent, and my passion for what I do.
I think of all the good places my art has been - shows all over the state, galleries & the homes some of my paintings live in. I think of how many shows I’ve hung & how many people have seen my work. I think of all my studios, my moves, and trekking my paintings from Durango, to Denver, back, and back again.
One of the paintings - “Begging to the Birds” was accepted into a National Juried Show and won three awards in the summer of 2015.
Below is the list of paintings that were taken and will greatly appreciate all your prayers, energy, ritual, or just plain old good vibes for me to find these.
I feel like my children have gone missing. It’s crazy heartbreaking.
Thank you all for being awesome people, and say “Hello” to my paintings if one is hanging in your space.
With gratitude,
Alexis Suzanne McLean
February 2016
I have finally started painting again. The deepest of heartbreaks came to me when I discovered that a real estate broker who was in charge of a house in which my paintings were staged, had loaded them into a trailer, neither notifying me nor the owner. He claims to not know what company he “hired” and refuses to be of any help. Thankfully, I have a Denver Police Department detective who is helping me, and today, the case was presented to the District Attorney’s office. Luckily I have a witness who saw this individual loading my work (eight of my most significant paintings) into a trailer. My detective at the DPD has been a great deal of help and I am very grateful.
I realize how much time, energy and love I have invested in each of my paintings, and how deeply I care about my creations, my profession, my talent, and my passion for what I do.
I think of all the good places my art has been - shows all over the state, galleries & the homes some of my paintings live in. I think of how many shows I’ve hung & how many people have seen my work. I think of all my studios, my moves, and trekking my paintings from Durango, to Denver, back, and back again.
One of the paintings - “Begging to the Birds” was accepted into a National Juried Show and won three awards in the summer of 2015.
Below is the list of paintings that were taken and will greatly appreciate all your prayers, energy, ritual, or just plain old good vibes for me to find these.
I feel like my children have gone missing. It’s crazy heartbreaking.
Thank you all for being awesome people, and say “Hello” to my paintings if one is hanging in your space.
With gratitude,
Alexis Suzanne McLean
Greetings...
2016 Calendars are out!
You may view and order from my Etsy Site. Included is a leaflet of painting descriptions. Below is an excerpt... one of the more lengthy, but an example all the same.
Enjoy and be well this season!
“Timing” served as an outlet and a break as I worked on another piece. During most of 2015 I survived the most significant creative ‘block’ I have ever experienced. Looking back, I am grateful for the lessons. Having felt a pull to the extreme concentration of humans a city offers - all it’s creativity, energy, filth, violence, beauty and high paced economy - I chose the city for an unknown inspiration. To my surprise, I found a web of collaboration, caring, community, creativity, connection and curiosity. The difficult part was the competition for space, money, time and profit. The difficult part was witnessing what people do when they lose hope. When they give up. When they don’t care. The difficult part was seeing me doing the same, out of sheer exhaustion. I am deeply affected by my visual existence and do not easily tune stuff out. I don’t think anyone does, but we find ways to ignore our gut, numb out, and internalize pain. If you’ve made it this far in this rant, vociferation, diatribe, keep going...
I hear about people feeling as though they “don’t have a creative bone in their bodies” and all they can draw are stick figures. You are creative. We all are. We create our lives, houses, decorate our environments and strive to make things more pleasing to the eye... beauty. Creativity is the way out of numbing pain, it is the way into your feelings, to being honest with yourself and not listening to what society is telling you to feel or do. Create creativity in your life, let it out in some way. Make your environment pleasing to the eye. Dance and cry and write. Make getting out in nature a priority in your life. After existing in the city for two years, I feel this is essential to the health of your soul and to survival of this planet. Did I mention dance your ass off whenever you get the chance?
Back to the painting. I had this canvas as an outlet. To use up paint, to feel frustrated that I was struggling and just let my brush hit the canvas. To feel frustrated I wasn’t feeling my creative flow that used to show up so easily. I am not saying it was the city or anything else, it was just a phase that several catalysts brought out, and for this I am grateful for the clarity on the other side.
Never judge a block. Stay with it and keep doing what you love.
“Timing” is just that. I came to my studio one morning after several nights in the catalytic darkness and thought, now that’s a finished painting.
Sincerely,
alexis suzanne mclean
