It's the afternoon. The light is still vibrant, glowing off the white walls covered in art and inspiration. I lay on my belly with my low back exposed to the air. The room is comfortable. I hear the hum. The buzz of ecstasy and anguish. There is this idea that for art we suffer which in my daily is untrue, but today this idea is inevitable.
In the first moments I am reminded of the pain so long removed. I don't cry out but I'm screaming on the inside. After hour one the pain is an old, dear friend to me. I'm reminded of the joy it once brought me and reminiscent of the pleasures of our bond. At hour two I am deep in the breath and focus on the comfort of the pain and the lessons to be gained from it. My meditation 'love'. The symbol I have chosen is a testament to this. In the final hours the pain shows its full dominance over me, though my body lay stagnant for the most part, my jaw begins to quiver, teeth clashing against each other. My saving grace is that I know the beauty to come from this. My body is the canvas and the artist is Christina Hock.
Skilled in the art and versatile at her craft Christina's work is pretty mind-blowing. First off there is a comfortable vibe in the shop (Dolorosa) and upon meeting Christina I felt no judgment. It was clear to me that she knows how to put people at ease. Her personality is down to earth. Her work is edgy and feminine, cut-throat and detailed. Her ability to take her clients ideas and put them into visual form is an astounding talent. Line drawing is an art inherent in most of us, with daily practice anyone could be good. This I believe. But it takes a certain type of expertise to take the line to paper and apply that same line to the curve of the flesh. Christina does this with grace and precision. She is a talent and a force of artistry.
"Design is conceived when an inherent need to be creative manifests itself into physical or visual form."