“She sings as the moon sings, I am I — am I…” William Butler Yeats
I am amazed that an inner view of an image held in my mind’s eye can be translated with a little paint onto a blank white canvas. Something I have created from the mysterious world of imagination and dreams, bringing it forth as a gift to the ordinary world. I think I have finally grasped the concept that art is not the final outcome of a finished painting, but it is the process of art that is the art.
I paint in my own style, which I think of as intuitive/abstract/realism. I don’t think I have the skill or talent to paint completely realistically, but mostly I just don’t see the subject of a painting in realistic style. There are expressions in the human face that translate to my mind in an abstract/intuitive way, and that is the feeling I strive to portray. I love painting the human face in all its many disguises.
I am a self-taught artist, but what does that really mean? Aren’t all visual artist’s self-taught? It takes a long time to find our voices in all things. I did not go to art school when I was young, and now I don’t have much desire to go, I won’t say it is too late, but really that is the simple truth. I have grown past art school and prefer now to find my own path, and I am happy with this journey. My only regret is that I waited such a long time to hear my own voice and that I spent many years not doing what I really wanted. So I study daily in my own way, learning as I go, and in my work there is a singing that maybe only I can hear, and it is enough!