erika Wood Frame Horizontal White with G

 

Acrylic & Watercolor Fine Artist

Vancouver, BC, Canada

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Erika, age 6

About  Erika

THE SUMMARY

Erika Hastings is an Canadian fine artist who paints the dancing breeze and uses color to evoke the magical realm where all things are made possible. 

 

The soft white canvas beckons her towards abstraction and her fingertips sing with each flow of paint across it.

 

She trained in art, education (B.F.A, B.Ed, M.A.) and healing (CERT Pranic Healing, G.N.M.) invoking a dancing intersection between the two.

 

Erika lives cradled by mountains and embraced by oceans on the shores of Vancouver, BC, Canada.

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About Me

Or, An Ode to Flow

When I was young, my world revolved around my roller skates and my rainbow t-shirt. Have you ever had an outfit that you never wanted to take off, ever? This was mine.

 

A scrawny girl with straight blond, messy hair, faded jeans with a hole in the knee, three quarter length sleeves with a bright rainbow splashed across it and the skates.

 

Oh, the white leather skates with worn down rubber wheels. They gave me freedom. They gave me motion. They gave me flow.

Little did I know, but my search through space and time, across the varied corners of the planet and buried deep in the hidden words cloaked with truth in vast libraries were all in search of one single truth: flow.

 

If my six year old self knew it without a doubt, as the wind whipped her hair and carried her across the faded asphalt, marked with seasons of flow, my 12 year old remembered to carry it forward, over the ice, twirling with grace. Roller skating changed to ice skating, ice skating changed to dance, dance morphed into painting, and painting, a deep and full-bodied form of flow, has carried me forward through the ups and downs of my life, guiding me gently through the soft current and leading me always back to my true self. 

 

To find my inner flow, I have learned to still myself and connect with the energy that exists outside of this world, outside of time and space, outside of all material reality. I connect with my ancestors, who brought me here, who guide me still and I connect all of the great, luminous beings that give me light, give me strength and give me flow.

 

In the space of this flow, I find my path to art. I become mesmerized by the brilliance of colours as they move along their path, knowing which way they need to go and never doubting their synchronicity within the cohesion of the artwork. I am enamoured by words, so subtle and fragrant, like soft velvet cupcakes melting gently in my mouth. I am awakened by movement, pulsing through my body, healing me, helping me, keeping me alive. I am entranced by light, streaming out from the heavens, capturing the beauty of flora in the moss-covered woods. These things heal my heart, awaken my spirit, and feed my soul with flow-feeding life-sustenance. 

 

When I hold my paintbrush, the life-flow moves through me. When I capture the invisible light and its transformative beauty through my lens, this life-flow sustains me. When I write, the flow awakens me. And when I heal, the flow emboldens me.

 

All of my life, my world has revolved around teaching me to find flow. It was with flow that I found myself, became myself, and became a better version of myself. It was with flow that art poured out of me, my heart opened up and healed, and words found a way to live and breathe on the pages of my life.

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