Painting brings me to a place where nothing exists but me and my subject. Time moves in a different way. I want to see deeper, things beyond. With patterns and colors, I can weave a tapestry that tells my story.
I wrote a paper in grade school about how I was going to be an artist someday. I started out college as an art major. Then I left art behind for many decades. Perhaps inevitably, after I traveled the world over and collected a full range of experiences that broadened my perspective, events in my life drew me back into the art world.
Now I find art provides me with the perfect place to share the beauty that fascinates me in things around me. There are so many things I want to paint, but the subject is only important in that it speaks to me. It is a vehicle to express my broader vision of life.
Tomorrow it may be the deserted streets of an old mining town from my childhood Colorado. Yesterday it was the koi and their underwater world -somewhere on the other side of our planet, that world colored one of my most beautiful days. And in my paintings those visions do live on.