I don’t have a deep and metaphoric secret to convey. I have no ideas about sending messages to the world via my art, or changing the way people think or understand concepts when they study my work. I just want to paint. Quite simply, when I stand in front of a canvas, time has no meaning. There’s nothing but me, the brushes and paints, the canvas, and a sometimes nebulous, sometimes crystalline image in my head that I want to share with the world. If there is anything to say, it is that I try to make someone who looks at my paintings as happy as I was when I was painting them.
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