Statement

Leaves, Fall, White Oak, Ochre

My life is like a song which I play and sing. Each day the chorus and melody evolves into a more concise reflection of my existence. I search for the mirror of my soul which I sometimes find within and sometimes without. To paint is sustenance, to explore color and form is my longing.  Beauty comes in a myriad of forms, I don’t look to one. The sky, the pond, the neurons in my brain, the poem I read for breakfast coalesce into inspiration and delight. I am marveled at the the world and universe. The mysteries I encounter challenge my being and I am humbled. My brush may wander, my paint will drip, my thoughts rush forth like a fresh water spring and I rest, content to have tried, I pray.