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I close my eyes and a banquet of wordless
delight lies before me. What to do with these treasures? I pick up a brush,
a sponge, a knife, and turn to the pristine canvas that is waiting for
revelation. For one second, the canvas is all potential. In the next second,
the first stroke of color awakens the stark whiteness, and the journey
begins. The painting is a partnership between the canvas and me. Hours, days or weeks later, the canvas is complete, and my question comes: What is your name? I lean close to hear the reply that sometimes comes right away, and sometimes takes as long as the creation process. Do you ever reach out to touch the color, the flavor, the texture that is so elusive? The misty feeling that is almost form? The wordless thought. The tap, tap, tap on the thin, gossamer veil. I can almost see you... |
Shows & Events More shows coming this summer. Check back soon for information, and click here for details on past shows. Have questions, comments,
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