I am pulled into the gorgeousness of natural, human, and animal forms. The brilliance of line and color will not let me rest.
I must paint the emotion and forms that relentlessly hurl me into life.
To live–art is essential. Imbibing the life force– is essential for making art. I survive because I am able to draw and paint the edge where I find myself.
Sometimes the images tear me apart–but by painting them, I am transformed and made whole— the action and images restore my soul.
A tube of cadmium yellow, or red paint will be my food and holy sacrament, the vehicle into transformation. This is a joy; this is where I find the Life Force.
I am so grateful for this jagged life!