Vast expanses of time.  A moment of exquisite attention, crystalline tangibility.  There is a broad and swift current flowing.  Within this span of eternity, a fixed point, imbedded only for a sacred moment.  Swinging between two realms, a daily pulse, keeping a vigil.

My act of painting is a hymn of sorts, a song of praise.  It is a visual concentrate of gratitude, wonderment and joy.  There are hints of tension – even fear – tangled up with hope, as is so often the case.  I look for a particular quality of light, color and visual rhythm to anchor my experience and touch the edge of mystery.  Finding order and disorder grown together, indulgent and absolutely necessary.