I STRIVE TO INSPIRE OTHERS TO PUSH THEIR EVOLUTION THROUGH ART AND PHILOSOPHY.
Thomas Fornair
Artist Biography
As a young boy, drawing was my first love. I spent hours sketching, soaring high above, imagination-catching, doing what I love. Catching trouble in grade school, drawing like a fool, not doing classwork, stubborn as a mule. I barely graduated high school, took a few art classes, not very helpful, my drawing surpasses, mostly self-taught, not going to my classes.
After graduation, I got a job, losing my imagination, working like a dog. I was interested in art and loved to draw, but didn’t believe in myself at all, becoming an artist didn’t seem like a realistic call, I had no intention of becoming an artist at all. I didn’t do well in school; with college, I felt very doubtful. I got a job at a construction company, still drawing constantly, over the years, I drew tattoos for my peers, worked my way up to a carpenter position, drinking more beers, numbing my fears, the job had me in a bad condition.
Then one night, when I was 28, I got drunk at the bar, working late, took it too far, decided to go ice skate, had a great fall, a twist of fate, a broken ankles the call, full of self-hate, couldn’t work at all, out of work for eight weeks straight, because of my issues with alcohol.
Everyday after the fall, started to draw, and stopped drinking alcohol, improving my mind state to great, after all. Then the dream of all dreams started the call, where I’m an artist/painter putting on a show at Carnegie Hall, with live jazz music playing, my art doing all the saying, but all the paintings on the wall, are blurred out, I can’t see them at all. I wake from the dream, feeling supreme, with a strong intuitive feeling — I should become an artist while I’m healing. I give college a chance, with a major in art for this dance.
This gave me time, to create art, sift through the grime, and heal my heart. I discovered my voice and made the most of my intuitive choice. I graduated college. To my surprise, I’m named valedictorian, my heart flies, earned a fine art associate degree in this meteoric rise, along with a few art scholarships as a prize.
I must confess, breaking my ankle turned out to be, the best thing to ever happen to me. It allowed me to see, that I needed art, to set me free, creating a perfect synchronicity, changing my life for the better, forever joyfully. In the end, listening to my intuition became my single greatest decision, turning a negative thing, into a wonderful living dream.
Artist Statement
Struggling to find my voice, what will inspire this choice, what say you art, will you come for my heart, feeling so lost, I just wanna be found, waiting for my soul to sound, started to search, crowned, spirituality, philosophy and psychology, for this rebound.
A decade later, I never stopped studying, was shown integral theory by an art class buddy, and started to see, much more clearly, that everything is one, integrated together. It touched my soul, I’m changed forever. A new philosopher with interconnection gives my art a new reflection. Ken Wilber’s his name, integral theory’s his domain. Reading his books, filling my soul to the core, I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for. Now my art expresses integral theory, I once was blind, but now I’m seeing clearly, high above the ground soaring, I am found, heart pouring.
Cosmos depicted in my art, recognizing the universe as a conscious living entity, that’s never apart, with unrelenting empathy, expressing us all, cosmic consciousness is the call.
A photo-realistic style, to see, is to know, is to love, hasn’t been taught in a while, the ones who truly see, know, that love is, what sets us free. Truly capturing what is, represents pure love, and the souls it touches.
Highly saturated art represents the spirit’s beautiful, bright vibrant heart. So, the people who see my art, walk away with pure love and spirit burning deep in their hearts, warming their souls, feeling completely full.
Artist Name Change
It came from my dad’s, dad’s true name, I don’t wanna bring shame, but he tragically lost both his birth parents, then took his adopted dad’s last name, so I make this claim, for this name exchange, spelled a few different ways, has got me in a daze, I’ll spell it my own way, to lift this haze, take the forn from California, using the forn from where I was born, the place I hold deep in my heart, the place I learned to make my art, wise people long ago, taught the breath is the soul for all to know, if the breath is the soul, air is what feeds it and makes it whole, I swear, painting is what feeds my artist soul, it’s the air, that makes me whole, with my heart laid bare, Now, my artist name is Fornair.
KOD
The gold crowned skull, a king of death, those who aren’t afraid to breathe their last breath, sleep their final rest, concours of their own death, they don’t fear it, now they move freely with pure love and spirit, death isn’t some great tragedy when you accept your own mortality, we all die alone, released to our true home, the great unknown.
“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”
— Leonardo Di Vinci