Alissa Massey (@amass_attack) — Artist/ Moving mountains in my sleep/ all content created by yours truly, Alissa Massey/Massey.firstname.lastname@example.org
“You are stronger than you think” 20x20” acrylic, Nov 2017 . I’ve kept all the notes that I’ve used as paintings (unless they were commissioned). This one I wrote out, tore, rolled up, then sat there for at least an hour rubbing that note as if it was a form of therapy. I was at a conference, so there was probably a couple sessions of me sitting there with the note in my hands until the edges began to fray. . Even the strongest of people still need the gentlest reminders (of truth). . Maybe I say this every time, but this is one of my favorites. Those push pins and shadows 😍🤤. . #strongerthanyouthink#wordsmatter#painting#thisisapainting#wordart#acrylicpainting#lovenotes#metoo#bethedifference#lovenote#halfthestory#oktosay#hereforyou#lookforthehelpers#metoo#bethedifference#wagepeace#orangetheworld#wordsthatmatter#TimesUp#believesurvivors#SeizeTheAwkward#artaesthetics
#tbt to that one time @trek_thehills taught @suzywyo and I how to shoot guns. All because I needed gun shots in my love note. I’ve never felt so scared and so powerful at the same time. @trek_thehills is the best teacher about gun safety. I had so much fun this day. All for arts sake. And I love Wyoming. And the only thing harmed was paper.
"I FORGIVE you." #thisisapainting 20 by 20” Acrylic, December 2016 🌫 Some of the bullet holes I shot myself. Sometimes I am my own worst enemy. Sometimes it is myself that stands in the way of my future. 🌫 This note was shot at, walked on, left in the rain, torn up, and held underwater. For me the mistreatment is figurative, but for others it is a physical reality. 🌫 Somehow, the words remain through it all. Strong and true as before the first act of destruction, as if nothing could stop them. 🌫 We all know how easy it is to forgive... these days forgiveness could be considered a revolutionary act. 🌫 Clarity, freedom, and wholeness seem to come after those 3 important words: "I. Forgive. You." Maybe then we can move forward in kindness and peace with ourselves and one another. May we act towards clarity as humans; we all have been hurt and mistreated, and may we allow ourselves the freedom to let go of the pain (with wisdom) and move forward towards unity and (dare I say it) love for ourselves and for one another. 🌫 #iforgiveyou#wordsmatter#painting#thisisapainting#wordart#acrylicpainting#lovenotes#metoo#bethedifference#lovenote#halfthestory#oktosay#hereforyou#lookforthehelpers#metoo#bethedifference#wagepeace#orangetheworld#wordsthatmatter#TimesUp#believesurvivors#SeizeTheAwkward#artaesthetics
“You are enough, so much more than enough.” Acrylic 2 canvases each 20x20” Nov. 2016 You are enough, but never too much. This note was left in my jean pocket, the longer I forgot it was there the more the note got worn, then torn. This is the only note written in pencil and the only diptych in the series (and one of my favorites). Scroll through as many times as needed. 💌. #youareenough#wordsmatter#painting#thisisapainting#wordart#acrylicpainting#lovenotes#metoo#bethedifference#lovenote#halfthestory#oktosay#hereforyou#lookforthehelpers#metoo#bethedifference#wagepeace#orangetheworld#wordsthatmatter#TimesUp#believesurvivors#SeizeTheAwkward
Oooohhh heyyyyyy. It’s shop small Saturday! 🙌🙌🎉. I’m sure you already knew that.... Well, that is me, and behind that flesh is a heart and mind that creates the paintings you’ve been seeing. I day dream about how people feel and ways to show them they are loved and thought of. And how to combat the ways they are not shown they matter. I’m almost finished with this body of work and it’s scary but incredibly exciting! If you need some love note prints to shower your loved ones with this Holiday season head over to my Etsy account (link in bio). Love, A Ps: need more small shops? Here’s just a few favs: @sketchynotions@feralsilver@alexandriawallaceart@paperandgrace@groundbird_gear@madejacksonhole#shopsmallsaturday#lovenotes#thisisapainting
July 2016 “You matter” 20 by 20” Two plus years ago and it’s still true. You matter. Your voice matters. Your story matters. Your life matters. . I often think about how these lovenotes are only in English and how limiting it could be. But then I daydream about a situation where the painting is on display and there is someone who can read the painting standing next to someone who cannot. Strangers both observing. I dream that the non English speaking person asks with a gesture to the other what it says. The English speaking person has to try and describe/show “you matter” to the other person... this daydream always leave a big fat smile on my face. As two people connect, who maybe would have never had the chance to connect before, and shares that the other one matters. . . . . . #youmatter#lovenote#painting#thisisapainting#lookforthehelpers#metoo#bethedifference#wagepeace#orangetheworld#wordsthatmatter#TomorrowNeedsYou#believesurvivors#SeizeTheAwkward#ibelieveyou
“You are priceless” Jan 2017 20 x20” . At the time, this painting frustrated me because there were so many crinkles. I see this painting now, and I see how far I’ve grown as an artist and as a person. . This statement was once difficult to believe, now I think, “how could I ever have doubted that?!” . . . #youarepriceless#lovenote#painting#thisisapainting#halfthestory#oktosay#hereforyou#lookforthehelpers#metoo#bethedifference#wagepeace#orangetheworld#wordsthatmatter#TimesUp#suicidesucks#TomorrowNeedsYou#believesurvivors#SeizeTheAwkward#ibelieveyou#worldkindnessday
#thisisapainting “You are not alone” I forgot this note was in my pocket, more than once and for long periods of time. Almost the same way I've forgotten this truth again and again for myself. . You are not alone in feeling lonely. You are not alone in your depression. You are not alone in your anxiety. You are not alone in your abusive relationship. You are not alone after being raped, sexually abused, and/or sexually assaulted. You are not alone in your suicidal thoughts. You are not alone in your eating disorder. You are not alone in trying to parent (well). You are not alone in your secret pregnancy. You are not alone in your marriage. You are not alone in your bipolar tendencies. You are not alone in your pain. You are not alone in... You are not alone in this world. Not today and not ever. . I can not even begin to tell you how important this sentence is. And how important you and your well being are. You are not alone. Not ever. This is just a painting. But it's a painting with an idea that could dramatically change your life if you let it. I have so much more to share, but today please know there is an open hand extended for you to receive if you need help. . You are not alone. Life is not meant to be lived alone. So let us live it together. 💛🤝💛 . #youarenotalone#lovenote#painting#thisisapainting#halfthestory#oktosay#hereforyou#lookforthehelpers#metoo#bethedifference#wagepeace#orangetheworld#wordsthatmatter#TimesUp#suicidesucks#TomorrowNeedsYou#believesurvivors#SeizeTheAwkward#ibelieveyou
Sentimental Sunday (it’s not really a thing).... I’m taking it back to the beginning of this series, July 11, 2016 (I only know the specific date because Instagram also serves as a catalogue). It has been 2 plus years of love notes. This was the first. I was making a painting for someone. They told me to make whatever I wanted to. Such a scary non descriptive prompt. This is what came out and started a personal revolution that I felt needed to share with all. Who doesn’t need this daily reminder?! It’s going to take me awhile to finish the beast of a painting I’m working on and the one after that, so I thought I’d share some of the beginnings of this series. “You are of infinite worth” Acrylic 20x20” July 2016 . . #wordsmatter#painting#thisisapainting#wordart#acrylicpainting#lovenotes#metoo#bethedifference#lovenote#youareofinfiniteworth#lookforthehelpers
Part 1/3 . These are all the nasty things people have said (to me). Those things people say that are suppose to just roll off your back like it didn’t affect you, like it didn’t matter. Sure. Why did you say it, then? And like that? . All the slick, slimy gross inappropriate looks, and the worst pick up lines that were more foul than ever funny. And the short sayings that seem nice and harmless but are actually condescending and dishonoring. . The “random” touch here and there that never should have happened. . The repeated negative words of “well you can’t do that” in all its absurd unending forms. All the things said that cut me deeper than you thought. . All the “how could you’s,” “what were you thinking's,” and erupting volcanoes of shame and jealousy that leave one immobile. . You, using your power in order to control (me). Your power is your ego, but ultimately your brokenness. Don’t use the hurt you have over me like that. No one will win. It’s all just a facade you try to save yourself with. A painful facade for all. . The lies, never ending lies that led you down a path you never wanted to be, or thought you would never be. All those damn lies. . Well, how dare you. I’m so sick of you. And I’m tired, now. Tired of your lies. So unbelievably exhausted. Tired at being at war with the lies. . Oh it’s also all of my nasty responses. All my foul words, lies, and broken promises. Because I am not without error. I’ve retaliated and wanting my words to hurt you because the pain you caused me (so frequently). . Thanks for all of your ammo, do you like what I’ve done with it? . Empty guns. Fading away. The pain was once there. But it’s being washed away. Forever, washed away.
PART 2/3 . For every truth there are what feel like to be at least 1,000 lies. I’ve never counted but they pop up like weeds in a garden in my mind. Soon dominating the landscape if not tended. Then becoming normal, not ever remembering what goodness once was. . I’ve had to excavate it too many times, now. Bad news, new lies creep in with old ones. Good news, after lots of practice it gets a little easier to recognize and clean the lies out every time. . I selectively have not shared my gun paintings mainly because they don’t translate well on a phone/social media platform. In person you see a wall of guns the size of a whale soon to swallow you whole. #gasp#overwhelming On your phone you maybe see a 2 by 3 inch picture of tiny guns, each no bigger than a freckle on your skin. And that’s if you’re eyes are good. Not intimidating. Silly, really. #really I hope to make a video of them, a slide show kinda. So if anyone has expertise in creating videos/animation and want to share your skills, please let me know. A video to better help you understand on this platform and also to further the idea of how truths and lies effect us. . Other reasons for not sharing is because I was creating most of them when many many mass shootings were taking place and getting a ton of media coverage: Florida, Paris, Vegas, and... So. Many. Schools. And the conversation of #gunviolence was the subject of everything. It was too painful, too much, too soon. And it may still feel too soon for some and for that I am sorry. But remember these are not literal guns. They are figurative. Harmful in a very different way, and yet the same when we look at the aftermath of what mental and emotional mark the event left with you. . The idea of being a victim is interesting. If if you were a victim at one point, it doesn’t make you a victim for forever. Throw that idea away, it’s a lie. There are truths still buried under that lie. Your circumstance made you a victim (temporarily), but being a victim is not your identity. Take the time you need and seek proper care to get out of that lie.
Part 3/3 . These are also my way of knowing those words you’ve thrown around aren’t the truth. They are shallow, representations of YOUR FEARSSSSSS. This is my way of shoving them back in your face, helping you realize that your words have an effect. What you say matters, because you and I matter. . And lastly, reasons for not sharing is because it exposes me. My story, things I’ve heard, seen, and experienced. Its difficult to share. I am not full of only encouraging sayings, those encouraging sayings are there because hard things have happened; and it is hard difficult and painful to sort. And I am fallible. I too have hurt others. . I have heard so many stories of pain and complex grief, seen and experienced people acting ugly and out of pain, out of uncertainty, out of fear. It’s not a good place to operate out of. . So I had to let it out, I had to get out all this ugly, all the hurt, all the pain someway somehow, and this is what happened. 60 gun paintings and counting. Some days it’s all I could do after just trying to get out of bed.