Fear Eats the Soul
Welcome to the evocative realm of Shawn Edwards, an extraordinary artist and retired bull rider whose creative oeuvre transcends the ordinary. In his art, Edwards deftly navigates the complexities of trauma, near-death experiences, spiritual transformation, and self-transcendence, weaving together a visual tapestry that delves into the distinctions between fate and destiny.
Employing refined graphite on acid-free board technique and meticulous chiaroscuro, Edwards’ work serves as both artistic expression and a testament to his neurological fitness journey. Following a life-altering rodeo accident, drawing became not only a means of self-expression but also a path to healing and recovery for the artist.
In his art, Edwards deftly navigates the complexities of trauma, near-death experiences, spiritual transformation, and self-transcendence, weaving together a visual tapestry that delves into the distinctions between fate and destiny.
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Fear Eats the Soul is a randomly found quote that the artist has preserved as his motto. It has become the central theme in Edwards’ art, serving as a mirror reflecting his struggle and triumph over trauma. This expressive theme manifests both in subtle details and in disturbing, emotionally charged images, which stand as some of the most touching elements of his works. Fear, as an omnipresent and consuming force, is often depicted in contrast to the human spirit, which, despite adversities, always strives towards overcoming and transformation. This interaction between fear and spirit is a phenomenon that Edwards conveys with remarkable sensitivity and depth in his work.
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Creativity is the love of the unknown. A thought that becomes the reality of a dream. A pencil in a hand that is pushed by emotions. The intelligence of the soul takes over the brains fear based mind to cross the line of the real world. Essence moves creative flow outside of life’s borders.
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The bird of my soul flew. Free from my body of grief. It flew in the vast light of itself where it could sing its truth.
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Scent of light was the breeze that illuminated my thought today. A essence was the taste that guided me to enlightened bliss. A thought that makes fire burn on blood and flow with passion.
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Our souls dance to sounds of the sun’s hand playing the freedom of a birds wing in flight. Feathers of the same wing float in bliss upon the light of union. A friendship that knows no distance for the heart is to far.
Venture into the enigmatic depths, a hauntingly beautiful realm where art and emotion entwine like shadows in the night.