… this is where I caught my first true glimpse of me. THIS is where the abstracts were born. But I wouldn’t fully understand it until this very moment as I write it out to you.
As most of you know, I didn’t paint for 26 years after college, where I was a painting and drawing major and a printmaking minor. What you may not know is that coming back to painting took a tremendous commitment and no small amount of effort.
I, personally, think his work is very contemporary, but it also stirs a sense of something rather “old” in me. Be it France at the turn of the century, or the Renaissance, his work embodies something deep and rich that resonates historic works, while still being every bit modern.
My life demands something of me: Not that I be fearless but that, if I am afraid, I face it. It asks me to stand in the self-doubt and the fear, to get comfortable there, to know I am human and this is part of it, to have compassion.
I know that being an artist doesn’t necessarily bring with it silence, certainly not for those working in large urban areas like NYC or Paris. But, for me, it was my art that brought me to New Mexico and New Mexico has delivered me to silence.
All my life I’ve been “different.” I just don’t seem to be wired in ways that so many other people are. I’ve come to believe this difference is what makes me an artist.
I never just paint. Something stirs in my soul. I experience a sort of collective sigh. My heart smiles in some ancient recognition that is surely shared. In these moments I am every artist who has ever watched a work of art being born.