Art School in my twenties, but not the heart-aching passion. Teaching had always been the all-consuming fire. To learn, to lead others towards knowledge and discovery. Decades later, a fire ignites pushing me to create what I see, what I feel. An old path, somewhat familiar, but a new journey of creative discovery. Stopping time on a canvas.
Hunger in the soul of an empty canvas. Lines. Shapes. Colors. All being applied to that soul with each brush stroke. The need to create struggles to be contained within. Coming forth, these works represent what I see and feel.
THROUGH THE EYE, TO THE BRAIN, TO THE HAND…IMAGES FORM. IT IS THE HEART OF THE ARTIST THAT GIVES THE PAINTING ITS SOUL.