The Nocturne... / by SCAPE Martinez

I like to paint big, and I still like to paint at night.

I like to paint big, and I still like to paint at night.

... for as long as I can remember, I've had a fascination with the night. Like many kids, I am sure, I'd look at the night sky and try to figure out where the stars were aligned, so I could figure out the constellations, or just make up my own when I could locate the Big Dipper. On occasion I'd see a shooter star, and I was told that you should make a wish immediately after seeing one... I'd often wish to be an astronaut so I could catch said shooting star. Or maybe an astrologer, so I could discover a planet, or even a new star!... Staring at the night sky oddly enough allowed me to "see"... I could sit on our apartment front porch and look over the streetlights and there would be a little pocket in the sky where the city lights wouldn't interfere and I could actually see the stars. Or maybe I'd sneak away, climb through the window and sneak over to the playground, climb the monkey bars and perch myself on top to try and catch a shooting star, so I could make a wish... maybe one day I could just be "something"...

... fast forward years and years, and the fascination grew to a connection. Obviously, as I became active in the street, the idea of the night was creative and exciting and visceral. Crouched behind bushes, listening, waiting for the right time to run and hit up a spot, listening... your other senses come to life, you see everything different...

... fast forward a few more years,...and I recognize that I relish the night. I come alive at night, all of my creative juices flow easily, much easier than during the day... there is an openness and freedom when I walk outside with paint in my hands... the night air is crisp, it is quiet, I can "hear" the night, I can hear myself, my thoughts, and as I am alone, I feel so connected.

At night, you see shadows, and I think somehow these shadows migrated into my artwork, somewhere in my subconscious, sometimes at night, you see things that are not there, but you think they are, and alas, at night you see things that are there, but hope they weren't...

I learned that I was a "nocturne"... I am a "composition appropriate to the night", yeah that's me... this holds true to this day, that after the world goes to bed, my mind, and my spirit awaken, they fly, they soar, they create art, they create something that when you wake up, you say "HEY! that wasn't there yesterday!"... and for that, you're welcome.