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Movement started the feel for the painting "The Peace of Repetition".

"The Peace of Repetition"   "The Peace of Repetition, Only known by going through the exercises of a lifetime. Wind blowing through the honeycomb of my blaster of my luminescence of my linear intentions. I am tamed by my schedule and the certainty of duty. But I glow when you look close. I glow not just in the night, but at all times, seen and unseen. I glow because I have to. I glow beneath the duty of this beautiful life." This idea started out as a movement. My whole body leaned to one side and danced it before I picked up a brush to paint it.  I actually moved and  as I looked at the blank canvas before me. ...

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Layers of color until it’s just right.  The thought process of making “A Gathered Strength” 

The idea for this painting started as a feeling of wanting to have a space inside that would attract strength in my life.  I have always admired people’s resilience and fortitude. Some people have to go through a lot in their life and the struggles are very real, yet they don’t get drawn down into the spiral of chaos and trauma.  They are so resilient that it almost brings tears to your eyes.  Wedding tears, of course.  Like you are just so much in awe of them.  I haven’t had trials like some of the people I’ve known, but as a witness I can see that the more intense a persons trials are, the more beautiful their resilience is.  They...

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What I was thinking when I painted "Treasure Lifted After the Sandfall"

Painting is very intuitive. Nothing excited me more than sitting down at a blank canvas and wondering what's going to happen.  I love the openness, and the willingness to see what's in there (pointing to my head). So as I reflect on one of my recent pieces, I can't help feel the dread, and insecurity and an aspiration to do/be better. On the flip side I feel the hope of getting lifted from the dredges. "Treasure Lifted After the Sandfall" is an impression of a memory. Not the simple memory like, oh this happened and now there's a memory in my brain. It's like an archetype or memory in my soul.  The ongoing idea that sifting through sand, as an...

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