Going beyond the figure, beyond realism, beyond...into emotion, expression, feeling, no boundaries, although the canvas does capture but a small square of time. The brushstrokes raw, evident, fighting.

This painting heaves and thrusts...I close my hands, my eyes, overwhelmed, yet waiting...is it done yet?

I paint with my glass off, my vision most likely strange to those of you used to crystal clarity. I prefer this world of soft edges, undulating, mysterious, the details not so important.

I have built a small fire to keep me warm, through paint.

I can go no further.