My story starts at gramma’s kitchen table. This is where I received my first art lessons, where we’d plan our next museum attack, and where we planned our trip to Italy to see Michelangelo’s work in the real. Sadly Gramma didn’t live long enough for us to take that trip together. But the day did come when I quit a good job, retrieved my nest egg out from under the mattress and spent the next half year studying traditional oil painting at the Prof. M Biagini Atelier in Florence Italy. Finally made that trip. With memories of grammas voice in my ear all the while. Oh, and I’ve been painting full time ever since.
See below for the artsy speak…
“The object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable” ~ Robert Henri ~
It’s all about the experience, the process of expressing the visual world around you. Many times, the stronger that experience, the more powerful the visual impact personally, the stronger the work of art at its finish. The physical act of painting each experience, temporary as it may be, is just the climax.
But the journey toward that wonderful state Henri alludes to, far from
being temporary is what an artist does every waking minute of their life. Constantly looking, observing, waiting for the visual stimulation that gives one childlike wonder, or evokes a mood or feeling. That emotion so powerful you have no choice but to express it visually. To interpret, to explain, to relive thru the process of creative interpretations… Just so much to explore and experience, how could I not be an artist…?