Dale Wayne

Dale Wayne

Orlando, FL

"The alcohol inks that I use for my art demand room and will not tolerate much control, which can be challenging, but is always invigorating. As I layer colors, senses of places both familiar and new emerge into pathways that turn into landscapes. A run-away drop becomes a rooftop. I slide the side of my brush and a stone fence appears. A repeated stroke might evoke a stand of trees or a field of hay. I become lost in worlds within worlds as the painting changes, until the colors tell me it is time to stop and the finished piece holds within it a place for the viewer to go.”

Dale Wayne (she/her/hers) grew up in a military family and lived in a variety of locations, with a particular affinity for her time in France. The landscapes she creates in alcohol inks bring her back to early memories of gathering lavender in the fields with her family. Dale used to work as an art teacher, but could no longer work after developing a disability due in part to a work accident and leaving her with severe joint problems, chronic pain, and debilitating fatigue. Despite multiple corrective surgeries, Dale Wayne has lost much of her mobility due to intense chronic pain and now utilizes her art as a form of travel. She engages in art as a way to reconnect with memories and travel through her imagination, letting herself get lost in the process. 

“I feel a contentment from the sense of losing myself. I am very self-conscious, always worrying about what people think. When I create, I am lifted out of that and have a sense of just being; being my best self. It can be intense, like running a race, but in the end, there is a restful satisfaction. With the inks, I feel like I am traveling, taking side roads, getting stuck in the mud, coming upon a sunlit glade. When I finish, it is as though I arrive at a place I have already been.”

Dale feels that art gives her life. She describes: “Whatever time is invested comes back in renewed life. Sometimes, I am desperately depressed and I make myself watch colors move on the tile. It lifts me. I am grateful for my studio space where I can create, regardless of my mobility.

Dale finds inspiration in Daniel Hillel’s words: “I get up, I walk, I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing.’ Art helps me keep dancing.”

 
After the Gleaners - ArtLifting
 
Armoire at Giverny - ArtLifting
 
Auvers in Autumn - ArtLifting
 
Auvers in Spring - ArtLifting
 
Auvers in Spring II - ArtLifting
 
Auvers Vineyard - ArtLifting
 
Auvers, Early Summer - ArtLifting
 
Candy Mountains - ArtLifting
 
Dining at Giverny - ArtLifting
 
Distant Lavender - ArtLifting
 
Dividing the Waters - ArtLifting
 
Early Dawn Sea - ArtLifting
 
End of the Storm - ArtLifting
 
Flamenco Dancer in Red - ArtLifting
 
Gemstone Strata - ArtLifting
 
History of the Earth - ArtLifting
 
Late Summer Vineyard - ArtLifting
 
Lavender Borders - ArtLifting
 
Linden Mist - ArtLifting
 
Lullaby and Goodnight - ArtLifting
 
Mauve Horizons - ArtLifting
 
On the Way to Roussillon - ArtLifting
 
River of Life in Red - ArtLifting
 
Roadside Lavender - ArtLifting
 
Santa Fe Memories - ArtLifting
 
Seaside Horizon at Midday - ArtLifting
 
Source - ArtLifting
 
Still Waters - ArtLifting
 
Sunrise Meditation - ArtLifting
 
The Beginning of Time at Day Break - ArtLifting