Trish Weeks has always been an eager student. As a child she learned the lessons of parents who felt the echoes of a great depression and world wars. Apply yourself, they instructed. Work hard. Be responsible. Save for a rainy day. Always do what’s expected of you.
Trish did exactly that. She got a good job, raised a family and worked her way through college. With a degree in design, Trish kept her nose to the grindstone and soon developed a successful business in interior design. Creativity and art ran like a thread through her work and her life, and still she knew there was something being left undone.
What would happen, she wondered, if I did something really unexpected? Colored outside the lines? Threw caution and all the rules to the wind?
So she leased an art studio, started painting in the evenings after work, and soon found the glorious release she had been searching for all along. It was all about color, experimentation with tools and techniques, observations of natural landscapes around her and paint, paint, paint. Eventually the design business took a backseat and painting took center stage.
Today Trish’s art is a symphony of energy. Awash in color and powerful imagery, the work captures how her world feels more than how it appears. A day at the ocean becomes a study in abandon and promise. A walk in the meadow translates on canvas as contemplation and gratitude.
Trish often replaces her brush with a palette knife to intensify the energy and color. She uses copious amounts of paint and layers them onto the canvas with abandon. The texture draws the viewer in, beckoning you to look further, feel deeper, leave refreshed. It’s Trish’s heart you see on that canvas, and immediately you want to know more.
