My Statement

My name is Patrick John Mills, and I am an artist, painter and poet. I have been painting for more than 25 years. I wish to share with you how it feels for me to be an artist, and to paint…

It is winter, and the winter wind is strong and cold. I feel like a little boy who is trying to fly a kite. The ghost of my father is beside me. I am alone. I do my best to embrace the freedom of myself.

So, I am that little boy trying to fly his kite on a very windy day. As I become more centered, I am creative. And I become the painter who is falling into the rainbow of pigments on his canvas. I leave my body. I forget that it is cold. I am a soul. I am energy. I am the wind. I am the snow blowing in the wind. There is an invisible energy that flows in the current of my soul. I am the snowflake that melts on my face. I am transforming. I am completely alive in the moment.

I am the kite that is blowing. But the wind is so strong. The kite speeds up, spins around and around. The wind is wild and out of control. The kite nose-dives to the ground. My palette blows 20 feet across the field. My canvas blows away too – throws itself. It does not break. My bones are stronger. I am Rocky. I do not accept failure. I embrace the pleasure and the pain equally. It is intensely cold outside and my fingers are screaming. Blue blood. Red blood. I am that kite. I retrieve my palette and brushes. I have to smile. I smile and embrace the crazy beautiful moment. I am not complaining. I love the intensity of everything.

So I continue to be that boy learning to fly his kite. It is a dream, a crazy dream. The wind gets wilder. I am doing my best to satisfy my soul. The painting blows around and will not stay still. I feel like I am play fighting with a lover. I pin her down in the bed of my mind. Try to kiss her. She is resisting; she is trying to tickle me, but I want to make tender passionate love. My soul is open and my senses are alive. I am naked. I am completely vulnerable. I am distilled, cocooned, nested in this perfect intimate moment. I am a baker making bread. A carpenter building furniture. I am a make-up artist putting mascara on lashes. I am a gardener taking time to remove weeds.

I am a fragile egg that is falling. I keep falling and hold nothing back. I give and I give. I touch the canvas with great tenderness and abundant generosity. All the crocuses, tulips, daffodil bulbs bloom inside and break through my skin like Spring. I get goose bumps, or perhaps frostbite. I feel everything. I cut myself open. The zipper of Soul is open, and my skin is on the ground. I keep bleeding and I keep believing. I empty over 50 large tubes of paint in under 2 hours. It is a massive party, and I have all the voices singing inside my head. There are no rules, just pure freedom.

This moment continues… and I hold this bliss. Then suddenly the kite is free. The egg hits the ground. And everything inside of me has become the canvas.

Live – Love – Art

Patrick John Mills

About Me

Patrick John Mills’ painting style varies from expressionist to abstract paintings. His paintings have been widely collected all over the world, and have been shown in numerous art exhibitions in Europe and in America.



Home and studio: 286 Hinchey Ave. Ottawa, Ontario


Art Factory (Gallery and Studio): 11 Bridge Street. Renfrew. Ontario

613 729 0406 (landline)

613 299 1873 (cell)

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