To Me Art Is An Adventure Into

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer

Pictures Must Be Miraculous: The Instant One Is Completed, The Intimacy Between The Creation And The Creator Is Ended.

I Am Here To Make You Think. . . . I Am Not Here To Make Pretty Pictures!

A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And Quickening In The Eyes Of The Sensitive Observer. It Dies By The Same Token. It Is Therefore Risky To Send It Out Into The World. How Often It Must Be Impaired By The Eyes Of The Unfeeling And The Cruelty Of The Impotent.

My Art Is Not Abstract, It Lives And Breathes