It seems that my creative life is fire and energy, or storm and wave. Never is there a placid period where I sit back and relax while contemplating the peaceful beauty of moments in time. I am not a peaceful artist. I see open eyed and open hearted and feel deeply. I rise fast with wings of power, or fall hard to a rocky surface, breath knocked out, but only temporarily. I paint, and I paint, because that is what my passion is. Whether seen or shown or hidden or destroyed, my canvases multiply daily as I dance with the rhythm of color and form, movement and conversation between my mind and the invisible source that I draw from.