We sleepwalking autopilots.
What does stir us?
The extraordinary (I love that word; so ordinary it becomes special)
The present is extraordinary
How can art . . . how can painting reflect that?
Is it possible to create a deep, meaningful experience, a slow releasing connection in a world of surface, screens, and instant gratification?
I believe in the poetry of the hand.
The touch of the artist.
This, in some ways, is the connection.
The mark is the artist's hand made visible.
I want to convey the small, incremental moments of life/time.
Life is not all grand gestures and drama.
It is made from the slow build-up of moments.
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