Painting for me is an act of love.
When I first began painting portraits, it was an adventurous inquisition into the human condition via a portrayal of different personalities, life-experiences, age…
What I didn’t predict discovering, fascinating as our unique traits may be, was that as I relayed these attributes to the canvas, they effectually became less and less important. Each layer of paint leading to an ever-deepening understanding, dissolving any once-perceived separation to reveal a bond, a connection, to the center of what matters;
the heart.
I spend hours upon days upon weeks with each painting, understanding more and more intimately what makes the subject who they are in order to portray and honor their essence. During this meditative process of focused concentration, thoughts subside and there remains only what is.
A vast, connecting and infinite
love.
And everything that separates us becomes everything that makes us
exactly the same.
