In 2002, when my children were still children, I was cleaning up after they were done mixing tempera paints.  A soft buttery yellow whispered, in the way life often whispers, but this time I paid attention.  I sat down and made something unexpected.  

It was clearly a self portrait, and it nakedly described my experience.  For the first time I knew I 

could say things that words couldn't say.  I hang on and set about to learn more.

I spent the next sixteen years exploring that voice, learning, making, selling, making a living. 

At the end of 2017, something new whispered.  

I started making drawings.  I'd make somewhere in the neighborhood of 2000 paintings by this time and it seemed like enough of those big grand works.  Simplicity beckoned.  I followed.

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