Robert Boyd's solo exhibition 'Unfettered' is quite meditative and leaves collectors lingering over each piece. Introducing his solo show during the start of Fall season, was undoubtedly perfect timing.
Unfetter | un·fet·ter | verb | past participle: unfettered | release from restraint or inhibition
On a personal note, the past two months were extremely emotionally tough ones for me. (Hello, My name is Hannah, and I've been defined as an empath.) We sent our oldest off to UNC Chapel Hill, and an individual we care deeply about (who is homeless) was lawfully and gently evicted from her home and gardens of 6 years under the bushes of uptown. Salvaging possessions from her haven right before I saw it bulldozed down nearly ripped apart my heart and rocked me to the core.
Unfettered. It is a reminder of letting go of things that you have zero control over. Letting go of things that control you. Letting go of loses, disappointments, fears, judgements, perfection, or even the past.
To instead, be rooted with unfettered faith, and discover an inner peace that has been patiently waiting on your arrival.
Finding contentment. Peace. Ease. (I call that God).
One can certainly see traces of Rothko's expressionism in Robert's works. His sultry colors and textures will have your inner voice screaming, "I need a comfy bench, please." This body of work is a reminder of contentment and releasing all those things that don't serve our well being.
I can't control how late our daughter stays out at night, or how many times in one week she eats at Al's Burger Shack. I cannot control the fact that our homeless friend choses to live outside in the freezing cold, or the fact that she refuses medical treatment. But I CAN easily get lost in Robert's works, and rediscover that peaceful rhythm of my breath.
Find you inner unfettered beast. She releases. She refuels.