When I paint, I have a freedom I have never felt before. I am blooming. I make a painting, I eventually see it as finished, and I go on and make another. The enjoyment and feeling of God's guiding hand on me is so vital to my life. The paintings fill me with excitement, I transcend somehow, I no longer judge my art, I allow it, I'm happy for it, and I share the creation, it is a piece of art. The canvas is out on its merit, it stands as its own painter’s journey, a moving transitional piece of time; the only thing I ask of it “Is it something to go back to? Is it engaging? Surprising? Something to look at again and again?
