A million brushstrokes hide behind each dot of paint.
How long does it takes to complete a painting . . . just half a million hours!
In my early days, my goal was to master the skill of painting every subject to look ‘exactly’ like my eyes saw . . . picture perfect.
How shocking it was to first feel the dissatisfaction with the painting of a horse that looked exactly like ‘that’ horse, a tree that looked exactly like ‘that’ tree.
It was 1995. I was thrown out of my comfort with the outside world of painting into an inner world and way of painting that defied everything I had learned.
The old ways quit working and I found myself stumbling into each canvas ‘not knowing.’ I fell into the paint consumed by its buttery feel. Images appeared on the canvases out of nowhere. Other dimensions opened up. New worlds appeared.
I discovered the power of painting from my feelings, of connecting the outer world with what I sensed from my inner world. I learned how to create a bridge between both worlds… on canvas.
My days of being an ordinary artist disappeared… and even though the new artist scared me, it delighted me as well. It was fun, spontaneous and playful… filled with emotion and life.
The million brushstrokes of perfection from the past became employed by my free spirited soul… delivering messages from the world within.
Every canvas is the edge of a cliff. With each stroke of the brush I jump… free falling into the void. What you see in each painting is that which catches me… a bridge to a world where we are connected.