Painting is a series of risks, much like life. I see in my evolution of painting, that where once I was concerned about overpainting I am not currently thinking of it. I continue to paint as long as the canvas is speaking to me. There are paintings I held back on, for fear something undesirable … Continue reading
I read a quote online, today, and this was it: To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be … Continue reading
What does it mean to be human? Imperfection, entirely perfect. I like not having to live with perfection. I’m not into it, for myself or for those around me. I do not want a perfect home, I do not wish for my kids to be perfect. I wish for imperfect art. In the brushstrokes of my … Continue reading
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