I can get lost in the details. To spend hours with a tiny brush, rendering images to ‘just so’ is an act of quiet contemplation. Slowly the image comes together, and I secretly smile–I feel like I’ve uncovered a mystery.
Other times in a flurry of motion, I paint with abandon. I hope that what I attempt will actually workout. Astonished! I see it works! Whoo-hoo! My desire, my endeavors, and my art are one.
My art is a metaphor: a working out of my life in image.