Creating a painting is like roaming around in a darkened room led along by exquisite feelings and an exciting emotional tension. At a certain point a light goes on and a clarity of sight occurs and reveals the essence of the painting. As an artist, I am accompanied only by the presence of risk, a beckoning to go beyond the familiar. I find myself not only following my instincts into an adventure of the unknown, but also entering a place of healing for my constant struggle with feelings of isolation.
I start a picture with an urge to seek and explore. Painting is as essential to my well being as eating or sleeping. I haven’t always realized how painting played a central role in my walk along the highway of life, but I was certainly a willing seductee of its mystical and magical powers.
As I continue to seek out the core forces in my consciousness, painting keeps the door open to my inner world and grounds me in my outer world.
In the last 13 years I was married to the love of my life. She passed away in Oct. of last year.
Her presence in my life turned me from an artist of browns, black and dark blues to exciting reds, yellows, light greens and sky blue hues. The moods were energized, the compositions more daring and filled with fresh ideas. I have been dwelling in happiness and fun as my motivation.
I have had a good amount of success in a retrospective in Las Vegas in 2000. I also have shown my work in other outdoor venues as well as my studio. I have sold almost 50 paintings on my own to buyers around the United States.
This is now my time to step out and share my creations on a bigger stage.