Even though I will agree that art comes from a form of angst… a pretty picture does not mean a lack of the angst… over my lifetime of 64 11/12 years I’ve done the angst the blotchy paint all over and mixed up…like a hurricane came in and stepped all over my work… I sold lots of them. I’ve painted the amazing washes of color from that place inside where the questions need but dont get answers… I sold lots of them.

I’ve struggled with the mediums and with what “others” say… should be. I paint what is true to me… usually the beginnings are the explorations up to the finale and in the beginnings I start raw within the vision or subject and work it out into the processes I know and have an already relationship with… so naturally the beginnings are not finals like teenagers are not adults… Continue reading →