More About Melissa Carmon
— the story —
The Story Behind the Work.
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I could begin with the story of a letter that was sent, but came back unopened.
Or passing close to death in the jungles of Paraguay.
Or waking up to the sound of rain through the open window of a Bavarian castle,
Or the fateful day when a text message came that simply read, “Emergency.”
Or I could begin, like every artist does, by telling you that I have been drawing since I was eighteen months old.
While true, all of those beginnings would be a bit trite.
I am a fine art painter who probably should have become a biologist. Or a geologist. Or a librarian. Or something. But I am a painter who decided to go to RISD instead of pursuing science, and the rest was history. The beauty of it is, love of research and love of color go well together, and chances are you'll find both in my work.
I spend my days making things for you to look at and experience.
You might (or you might not) find a new perspective on the same old things.
When in the presence of a painting, you might find yourself feeling like you're waking up. I'd liken it to a morning when I woke in a castle near a forest in Germany, and heard the sound of rain and church bells. You can find yourself feeling as though you were in a totally different world…perhaps in a different kind of era.
And really, it’s a long shot, but— you might also find yourself feeling inspired. For me, making a stroke on a canvas is an act of defiant celebration, a color-infused point of punctuation in a world that tends toward a monotonous hum of daily obligations. Sometimes, painting takes more courage than an adventure in the Paraguayan jungle. Perhaps if the velocity of that stroke of paint carries through, you might feel bravely inspired to undertake another adventure, too.
And, perhaps you will find a place of resonance, a place of hope in the presence of these paintings. Especially, if you happen to have a fateful day, when one of your messages reads, “Emergency.” I hope it doesn’t happen. I hope you can live your whole life without that kind of day— a day like a door, where on the other side of it, everything is different.
But even if you do, I hope you will find the way through whatever landscape in which you happen to find yourself. This work is about embracing a spirit of adventure through life’s most difficult circumstances. May it bring color, courage, and new horizons to your story, too.
What's your story?
It would be great to hear from you. I would be very interested to hear your thoughts and reactions to the work, and how it speaks to you. Drop me a line if you feel so inclined.
More about the artist
A somewhat more official bio.
From wall-sized mythical creatures to portraits that take on a life of their own, Melissa Carmon (b. 1984) expresses the realities and possibilities of life through the creation of art.
An expert in color theory and portraiture, her work includes large-scale portraits in oil as well as abstract color studies. Many of her projects have included art installations that transform spaces. Carmon's shows often incorporate interdisciplinary elements, which draw from her studies in philosophy, literature, psychology, and the natural sciences.
A vibrant teacher and leader, Carmon gives lectures and creates workshops to help other artists to achieve greater artistic productivity.
Carmon's work was recently commissioned by HID Global, and 9 of her paintings are part of their corporate collection. Her work has been shown in Denver and Washington, D.C., and is in private collections around the world.
Carmon studied Printmaking as an undergraduate at the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD), and holds a degree with honors in Philosophy from Colorado State University.
During her late teens, she spent an extended amount of time in Germany and also in South America. These transformative experiences informed the content of her work and the direction of her life.
She currently resides near the Rocky Mountains, in Fort Collins, Colorado, with her husband, Jonathan Myers.