"Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life." ~ Pablo Picasso



I never know what will show itself, I just sit and let it come through me, the painting almost creates itself. When I feel the mystery of life then the gold "essence" appears, when angry I see red and even paint with a knife, I just go with it. Each can be quite different and yet is passionate and alive in its own way. They never fail to invoke a reaction from me whenever I see them, reconnecting me to their birth.