You came all the way here…I like you

I grew up with campfires and fry sauce in a small town in Northern Idaho, and began my career painting at the age of 18 when I left America to travel. I painted murals along the way to fund the plane tickets, and it was within this time I started focusing on fine art. What makes it ‘fine’ I don’t know, I never went to art school.

Am I supposed to write this in third person?

I am tremendously interested in so much…  (place me in any room and watch me spin) but most of all I am interested in the arrangement of color. I can’t get enough of the relationships within it. If I stare long enough I think I could answer just about any question. And I would love to share a bit of my world with you. That's what I’m here for. ( Or at least that's what I’ve decided I’m here for Viktor Frankl.)

Everything I paint is done with a brush as I believe seeing brush strokes is like seeing a hand written letter. My fine art is done in acrylic,  oil,  and occasional human tears. 

*segway*

Now.

My intention….Ah…

So much, my reader. As dense as the population of ants on planet earth…as rich as raspberry cheesecake.

I want us all to see ourselves. Our high and righteous Self. To touch hands with our untethered and fenceless spirits. And the paintings are Keepers of this Spirit.

They walk with us as we are unveiled to it.

They all have their own story. A story woven with my own lessons and hopes to find what I seek. Through my own yearning for guidance these have come to lend their hand to me. They represent many pieces of our divine Self; Trust, Surrender, Power, The Dream, Wisdom….all sisters in a Chorus.

I hope that within the colors we all see a piece of ourself, our dream. I hope that if my paintings say anything, it is ‘Yes, lets go.’

….Thank you for reading until the end. If I ever were to meet you I am sure we would be friends.