I draw and I paint. This is one of the special ways that I interact with my surroundings. Painting is how I ask and answer the big questions in life. It’s how I pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming. It’s how I experience beauty (whatever that is). Painting gives me permission to stare; To look at something longer and harder than anyone else has looked at that subject as it exists now; To take it in and filter it through my mind, through my body, and out of my hand. Painting is intimate. And intimacy is powerful. It’s the connection that we all crave. I’m talking about intimacy with our self, with our surroundings, and with each other. It is what most of us are lacking to some degree, and what we are all, subconsciously, desperately seeking.

I paint mountains. I paint oceans, I paint animals, and I paint skies. I paint outdoors, I paint inside, I paint in the day, and I paint at night.

And also, I paint women. They are the yin, the moon, the other half, the keepers of the feminine. Because of this, they are special. We are different and complimentary. We are separate and forever bonded. I want to know what they are. But I can never know, so I paint. And like painting is intimate, so to is being painted. The connection. A revelation and a glimpse into the secret world of Her. She whose figure has timeless lines and rhythms that are perfect in the ways that sunsets are perfect, in the ways that starry skies, snow peaked mountains, and turquoise oceans are perfect… and always in fashion. She lends me a keyhole to peak through. And she knows that I see her. The muse tells secrets. She is proof of something, but I don’t know what. 

This whole thing isn’t so much about the relationship between the artist and the viewer, although it is that too. It is fundamentally laugh out loud astonishment at existence. It’s appreciation beyond words. This is between me and the big pie in the sky. And to that end, it is an exploration, not a specialization; an adventure, not a destination. I will probably never master one sub-genre.

Each art piece is like a mile marker on the side of the road. The world is opening up and I am taking it in. There is a communication happening. It knows it’s being watched. Blink once for yes. Another gem. The artist looks deep into what others often see as “regular” things. But there is nothing regular about any of this. The more I look, the more I see, so even harder I look, and the deeper I see; Into the rabbit hole it just keeps on going…