Vast expanses of time. A moment of exquisite attention, crystalline tangibility. There is a broad and swift current flowing. Within this span of eternity, a fixed point, imbedded only for a sacred moment. Swinging between two realms, a daily pulse, keeping a vigil.
My act of painting is a hymn of sorts, a song of praise. It is a visual concentrate of gratitude, wonderment and joy. There are hints of tension – even fear – tangled up with hope, as is so often the case. I look for a particular quality of light, color and visual rhythm to anchor my experience and touch the edge of mystery. Finding order and disorder grown together, indulgent and absolutely necessary.