I remember getting into trouble with my folks when I was nine because I found the refrigerator rather boring. I thought it needed some color. It took me hours to clean off the crayon masterpiece.

The act of creation is one of the best qualities we human beings possess. I rely on an intuitive process. I 'look' into myself and allow whatever is there to emerge and express itself in images born in my imagination. The result is a work that is spontaneous and childlike. I use form and color to describe this inner world which is sometimes jubilant, sometimes sad, but always honest and direct.

I am seeing images begin to come back and there is something in the work that calls out to me to keep going...keep drawing...keep painting. What is important is here in front of you, I sense rather than think...paint, fingers, brushes and a surface open to receive whatever you throw at it. The crack of the side walk are inviting me to take them in and let them settle in my spirit and grow there into inspritation and unconcious movements of paint as I work. Paterns in shadows cast by the trees and clouds that jump across the sky all call to me....look at us...bring us to into yourself and make us a part of you.