Inspiration 03/29/2010
The Kiss ~ Gustav KlimtInspiration Don't get me wrong: Klimt has probably always inspired my work in costumes and paintings. However, the thing that inspires me the most is the human spirit. People who enjoy doing what they are doing are the most inspirational. They get up early in the morning and do as much as they possibly can with a passion. Passion Passion, I think, is an obsession with something or somebody one loves. I have been passionate about art since I was a child. I don't believe people should teach unless they are obsessed with their subject, passionate in their beliefs. This then becomes infectious and gives the pupils the unquenchable thirst for more. I can never learn enough about seeing or applying what I see to the canvas. Knowledge Knowledge is a gift that can be given or received continuously throughout life. I continue to collect knowledge by traveling, looking, listening and asking questions. The knowledge soaks in to the skin like the sun. It systemically moves through the body until it finds an outlet. The inspiration, passion, and knowledge come together in all o us in different ways. In me it emerges through the eyes and hands and onto paper, canvas, fabric. It doesn't matter if you don't see what I do or agree with it, it is purely emotion and escape. Add Comment Boots 07/25/2009
![]() This pair of new hiking boots were left, forgotten near the gallery that I exhibit in. Once a week I go and take my turn in the gallery and every week for several months they have been in the same position. It is almost a shrine in my mind and it felt defiled when last week someone had removed the laces. Nature is beginning to take over and the plants are growing around them. I think with a quiet respect we are all leaving them there to see if their owner returns next year! The painting is called "Lost'" and incorporates oils, a map, and bronze leaf. Mermaids 07/25/2009
![]() My "Mermaid's Garden" paintings began as a fantasy of a sanctuary under the ocean; a calm place with the seaweeds waving in the ocean breeze; tiny fish ebbing and flowing; jewels of the sea bed. I imagined myself laying Ophelia like amongst the shells, looking up to the sun speckled ceiling; my long hair winding about me in the water; a flicker of my jade fins langoriously levering me over the coral. It's my sanctuary, a land where there are no wars and no diseases; peace. I'm incurably optimistic, I have to be.
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