Does it matter where I studied? My training, or discipline?
Reviews and critics are just words, empty letters on a hollow page.
Art is an intimate exchange: you the viewer, I the painter... an offering to my Creator.
Share your reaction with me...
for it is written on your face
Without the grace of spoken word
In the summer of 2005, I had the honour of witnessing two crows raise their young in my backyard. They would divebomb anyone who enterred the yard, except for myself. I assumed this was because I had been seen with my own young children and was not a threat. Since then, they have repeatedly been appearing within my artwork.
To be an artist, is to recognize the overwhelming inherent beauty within every waking moment.
As an artist, even your most painful moments can be transcended into a thing of beauty on the canvas.
A spiritual energy infuses my work, as the very act of painting is spiritual. An offering of gratitude in honour of my Creator.