Loran Schultz

Art has always been a grounding force amidst the chaos of my mind. Growing up in a family of creatives on the outskirts of Oregon, Wisconsin, and later majoring in Psychology at the University of Wisconsin–Madison, I’ve always found creativity to be a constant companion—one that offered both solace and purpose.

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But anxiety, too, has long been a part of my inner world. While it once served as a quiet motivator, traumatic events beyond my control transformed it into something more consuming—debilitating Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.

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During that time, I found myself unable to function, paralyzed by the thoughts I couldn't escape. And yet, in that moment, I saw clearly the one thing that had never left me:

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My art.

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In returning to the creative process, I found a way to loosen the mental grip that OCD held over me. Creating became not just an outlet but a lifeline—a quiet, persistent reclaiming of control. While my work may appear meticulously planned, every piece is, in truth, an intuitive reflection of my mind at rest.

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My paintings are not born from perfection, but from presence. They are meditations in color, line, and form—radical acts of healing that allow me to find beauty and joy within the chaos.