Word from the Artist
Art is personal.
Art is powerful.
A woman stood weeping in front of a painting. I watched as her emotions completely took over her. Quietly I stood next to her, waiting.
“Why are you crying?” I asked tentatively.
A wave of tears gushed from her eyes.
“This painting is exactly what I am going through in my life right now,” she whispered. “How did the artist know?”
“I’m the artist,” I whispered. “And I painted what I was feeling inside.”
She looked over at me and took my hand.
“Thank you,” she said through a weepy smile.
This was my very first show and my first experience as an artist. That was 18 years ago. And that moment moved me in such a way that I had to pursue a career in fine arts; and here we are 18-years and 200 sold paintings later.
As a collector and an artist I've been on both sides of the painting.
Sometimes a buyer just likes what they see and so they buy the piece, I've done that many times myself. Other times, it moves them in a magical way that possibly only am artist can understand.
Painting for me is something I need to do. I must do. When the mood strikes, watch out. I will disappear for weeks on end and emerge with a dozen paintings.