All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
“If you want to be a grocer, or a general, or a politician, or a judge, you will invariably become it; that is your punishment. If you never know what you want to be, if you live what some might call the dynamic life but what I will call the artistic life, if each day you are unsure of who you are and what you know you will never become anything, and that is your reward.”
In Hamlet’s words: “To hold a mirror up to nature”: Paint as wide a range of modern life’s rich diversity as I can, capturing fleeting moments of dramatic, comic and lyrical interactions between people.
Juicifying the changing landscapes of our times on paper and canvas, stretching the styles of painting from realism to abstract, thro my own expressionism.
Experimenting in dangerous non-comfort zones, striving to go beyond my previous piece into something I did not know before. Starting from scratch, daily, working at re-inventing my painting like a child. Having fun celebrating my decades on earth in the most colorful, joyful and intense way I can.
“But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next. Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.”
— “The Year of Pleasures” by Elizabeth Berg (via sharongaling)