The moment I pull up a canvas it begs to be painted, just waiting  for the fist touches of color delivered by the strokes of my brush. But once touched, the process of evolution may go on for months or years as I paint what I feel and then it evolves into the painting representing how I feel another day.

It’s a process.

At any one time, my studio has a dozen or more paintings evolving. Happiness one day may be followed by despair another, colors change, moods change, the brush strokes change and all of it, impacting one or many artworks.

The sun streams in through my window, clouds overhead, a breeze makes its way bringing the scent of the street to my room. Rain may come, claps of thunder, darkness but always a new day breaks.

My paintings express who I am, how I feel and the essence of all that I experience.