Artist Allison McGree paints places, animals, people, thoughts, feelings, and actions – all in vivid color. Ordinary subject matter is transformed by her use of bold colors and expressive lines. Visit her website to see more.
I have always been creative, but I never imagined I’d become a professional artist. I went to college for international relations and Spanish, and then exercise science before my professors convinced me to try being an art major. I thought they were crazy. It’s an interesting journey to find your love, admit it, and then to take actions to follow your passion.
It hasn’t been easy, but it has been worth it. I love looking at the world through artistic eyes—colors, patterns, and textures slow the world and remind me of its beauty every single day.
Art runs in my family, but no one had taken the leap from hobby to career until yours truly. My dad always said, “Find out what you love to do, AND THEN find out a way to make a living at it.” I have an amazing support system full of crazy dreamers like me.
I am a sixth generation Montanan. My family is incredible (and enormous). My mother is one of seven children; her father was an artist. He died early, before I knew him. My father is one of nine children; his mother held my hand as I fell in love with art. I understood her heart and her artistic soul, and she is by far my largest artistic influence.
My grandmother painted in every spare moment. She saw the world as an artist, and she shared her vision with me. As a child, I chased her around constantly, begging to share her paints or to read one of her prized art books. She was, and will always be, my greatest inspiration. Her conviction to “follow your heart” was a great lesson shared by my family that became part of my foundation.
The best part of being an artist is the freedom that comes with recognizing myself. I’m beginning to paint like me. I spent a lot of time learning (I have three art degrees) and am finally trusting my vision.
My process is raw and emotive. I usually don’t have a plan for my paintings, but sometimes write words on the blank canvas before I begin—thoughts, poems, questions—akin to a type of prayer. The words layer on top of one another and then, the painting unfolds.
I allow the first layer to dry; it sits until it speaks to me. Similar to envisioning objects when looking at clouds, I imagine and feel where I want my painting to go. This process can be fast, or it can take months. Sometimes I think about people, sometimes I think about the world…I just paint.
Details come after the emotional experience. I spend time thinking more traditionally and intellectually in the last few stages of painting. Sometimes paintings are done. Other times, they come back to the canvas for more layers years later.
Painting is a beautiful experience. I only hope that the viewer can feel what I try to share with them and that they also search for their own creativity.
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The colors and movement in your work are glorious!
Thank you Lisa!!
New Light and The Mystic are my favorites. The shapes and colors are excellent.
Spectacular work of art.
Allison,
I am fascinated by your art! The colors are killer and the brush stokes are some that I admire up close and a far. I to am a painter but one that is drawn to create by a life void of creativity. Well it showed its beautiful face one day and I cant stop it. I paint all day everyday. I built fountains out of my discarded lamps and horse buckets, my once loved items worn down and forgotten breathed life into an atmosphere of peace and well being. Then out of the blue I decided to try and paint a picture of an image I had drawn in a dingy apartment with an amazing view of the golden gate bridge I couldn’t afford in San Francisco on a napkin. After being brokenhearted by my new wife in Manhattan Beach and starting a new life in SF It was the happiest I’d ever been at that moment in that apartment alone. I must have drawn it 1000 times.
I didn’t paint or draw another thing until late 2016 in my new peaceful place with my ramshackle fountains and my pet Amazon parrot Id had since I was 6 years old by my side saying hi to me 4000 times a day and after learning I was dying of an incurable rare disease and had 2 years to live…creativity came out of me like it was shooting out a hose turned on high. It was the same feeling I had when I sat in the dingy apartment in SF. I think I would have to say it was and is a feeling of freedom? I don’t know if that’s the right word as I’ve never defined it or put a specific word to it but happy. But it cant be happy as that doesn’t apply to learning your going to die. Well Ill have to think on that or not. Regardless ..your work… I think.. shows your freedom to me. The long brush stokes and cool mix of colors show that you are happy and free to be you.. I love it!!! I was taken aback when a few looked a lot like mine and that’s what prompted this long wordy horribly written essay on someone you don’t know but loves your work.
Peace Allison!!