I know that when i paint, i am remembering places, smells, images of the world gone by thru the windows of a car. Stopping, exploring, filling up with senses to bring home and unconsciously remember thru paint. The process allows for magic to happen as the unknown becomes known. The abstract becomes a clear memory. The spirit of the moment is captured by the sheer essence of brushstroke and chaos of color.
And now the really scarey part, i need to step out my studio, with my works of art, and i need to share them. I am going to expose myself through my paintings and in the process i am hopefully going to move forward into the future of my dreams.