Paint stains in the creases of my hands…

Colors are electric. They connect us without needing language or explanation. Colors create movements, moods, and sound– they show awesome displays of power in the gestures of dancers, the strength of horses, or in the quiet still of a landscape. They instantly bring us back to places with fond nostalgia or they trick our minds as they flip from foreground to background. Color gives me voice as it transfers my world to you. A single brush stroke starts a painting and then becomes everything. Cadmium paint stains on my hands serve as evidence that I have been doing exactly what I should be doing, every day, every night.

I invite you to look at the new images in these galleries to see for yourself. Enjoy.

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