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...