Painting is my passion of mind and soul. Where it comes from, I know not. My painting process starts with just a few swipes of oil paint on the canvas and then the symphony begins--here and there another color, but not yet a hint of the final image. At last triggered by a subconscious thought or memory of an experience, place, or person, a few blurred images, usually figures, appear from the fringes. My brush has found the start of the path. Where it will go is still beyond my conscious comprehension, but I know intuitively that the finish line lies ahead.

As I paint images from my subconscious, I find places I have never been, people I have never known, and times in which I have never lived. The magnitude and number of these images amaze me, they never seem to end with always another on the horizon. But that is the wonder of the mind and its creative searches, endless.

Many of the figures in my paintings appear on my canvas as if demanding to be seen and to have their stories told in our contemporary society. I only comply with their demands as I push colors and forms around their emerging images. There is no denying them their voices. Color, line, and form may take off in new directions, but there is always the same passion of soul: unending, reaching deep, and finding its own expression. I am and always shall be an artist.