Biography
Christine Wiseman, a graduate of California State University San Bernardino, is always expanding the horizons of her art...
While raising a family and encouraging her children to draw, paint and nurture creativity, she continued to be active in the arts herself. However, it wasn’t until they were teens that she returned to school to pursue an education in fine art. This increased desire to create art was sparked with the reunion of her biological mother, in 1992, as Christine was adopted at birth. Her mother is an artist herself. From that time on, Christine would earn numerous awards and scholarships for painting and sculpture, from several art competitions throughout Southern California, including Ontario Museums First Annual Open in 2001, taking best of show out of 300 entries.
“I paint primarily with a palette knife, applying several layers of vibrant acrylic color necessary to express a richness of emotion.
Painting is a cathartic process as well as a effort to more deeply understand my subjects. So much can be said in a gesture: how one positions themselves or how they place their hands or feet.”
Over the past year and a half, Christine has had the opportunity to work with well
known Southern California Muralist, Kevin Stewart-
The latest mural was recently completed for the city of Huntington Beach, California.
Christine had her début show, which was shared with Stewart-
Her work is currently exhibited at Artist Trait Gallery in Claremont, California. . She will also be exhibiting at Avatar Gallery in Pomona from March 9th through April 15th, along with two other figurative painters in a “Reunion Show.” In April of 2002, Ontario Museum will be hosting Christine in an invitational show, for which works are currently underway.
By Christine Wiseman
Vision
once conceived,
only relieved through its birth.
Zygote images growing
boundless, emerge
and beg to be realized.
The canvas raw,
musky and rough
on coniferous scented frame.
Images kicking,
turning,
stretching,
growing
with each passing moment.
The pounding
sounds of heavy work
satisfies, for now. I prepare.
Knuckles red with the
pulling, turning, tacking,
pulling,
turning,
tacking;
a labor of love.
Skin stretched tight
across frame, drum
of passion pulses,
from the inside out
Covered with a blanket
of white,
virgin
space.
Then begins
the birthing of my soul
in a dance of
light,
color,
line.
Cadmium rich red, orange, yellow;
the warmth of sun
on my back.
Earthy ochre and oxides
make luscious the greens of springtime
and birdsong.
Alizarin crimson, mournful
yet cheerful, the blood that pumps
this newly beating heart.
A blue to rest upon,
close my eyes and dream
in cerulean and cobalt.
Forms emerge
and reach
out to touch those who care to enter;
to come into my world;
my opus,
my child
of shape,
line,
color,
emotion.