My painting comes in fits and starts…a rush of action followed by congratulations which in turn leads to inertia and a sense of feeling bound. I keep looking for my muse that will flick me into action…I don’t think I am alone in this internal eternal struggle. Art…is the Art of stepping up when there is no step…Art…is the Art of moving forward in zero gravity….Art…is the Art of creating light out of a deep dark void…Art…is the Art of becoming immortal in a finite life time. Art…is Stepping into Creating Memories.
