Wednesday, February 21, 2024



                                   How long does it take to make a painting? 

This is the question I am asked most often to which there is no straight path to an answer.  

Standing in front of a blank canvas is a beckoning to express...something. Rarely do I know what that is. 

Beginning with unconscious child-like abandon, I pour and scrape, then pause and begin to meander around the surface searching for clues of where to go next. 

Listening and looking,
nonchalantly walking by
then suddenly swiveling,
as if the painting spoke,
and there it will be,
a shape, a line, 
a beckoning
to dive deeper into the surface,
excavating the pentimento
that has been woven within the canvas all along.