Teaching had always been the all-consuming fire that was inside. Learning, then leading others towards knowledge and discovery. Those amazing “light bulb” moments with students–truly remarkable. My Bachelors, then my Masters and then my Doctorate. However, in my early twenties, while till teaching, I attended art school in Philadelphia. When I look back, there was that artistic spark.
Now, decades later and teaching aside, a fire ignites, pushing me to create what I see, what I feel. It is an old odd path for me as it seems somewhat familiar, but a new journey of creative discovery. Stopping time on a canvas.
Hunger is the soul of an empty canvas. Some fear, some hesitation, and the engulfing awareness of creating something new! There is joy among the struggle.
Lines. Shapes. Colors. All being applied to that soul with each brush stroke. The need to create struggles to be contained within. Coming forth, these works represent what I see and feel.
THROUGH THE EYE, TO THE BRAIN, TO THE HAND…IMAGES FORM. IT IS THE HEART OF THE ARTIST THAT GIVES THE PAINTING ITS SOUL.
Our lives shape our experiences through which we see the world…
