Like most artists, I wish I could spend all my time writing and making art. Nonetheless I’m happy to have occasional time to do it at all. Painting for me is frustrating, challenging, joyous, meditative, pure. Angels wrestling in the dirt. Madness. Flying. The incredible stillness of the self at its core. A bell in the silence. Painstaking, overwhelming, liberating. A dark and bright bliss. Living and alive. The miracle of the moment.
Autumn Bridge, Acrylic on Wood, 4″ x 4″
Flora, Acrylic on Wood, 8″ x 8″