I get lost in people’s eyes. They are like bridges: painting them crosses all boundaries, pulling me into a stranger’s heart and from there into my own. They show me how precious we are.
For a time I step out of myself into a world more alive than anything I could have imagined. My hand, my arm, my torso shout colors onto the paper, slap the brush, mush it, liquefy the edge with water so paint bleeds into softness and cries…or laughs. Or dreams. Between the hope and the hardship, the love and the fears, that’s where I unearth the truest treasures. Like an archeologist, I uncover precious lost bits of myself as I paint, then carefully dust them off to see, learn from, and share with others. Perhaps they’ll see something, too.
It isn’t easy. Nothing important is. Sometimes painting is like pulling out fingernails; sometimes it’s like making love. Always, it’s exactly like being completely alive.
I am delighted to announce that my painting, “First Fiddle” has been accepted into the National Watercolor Society’s 104th International Open Exhibition. This has been a dream of mine for more years than I want to say, and I am beyond honored.
Thank you to the wonderfully knowledgeable and hard-working people who make this one of the premiere watermedia shows in the USA! You have been kind, encouraging, and so helpful during the process. I just wish I could jump up and down in circles with ...