No matter how much galleries might want new paintings from me, it’s not something I can force. I can stand in front of the easel with a paintbrush in my hand, but I can not, by sheer force of will, conjure a successful painting. At other times, the compositions just flow out without that effort.

When I am relaxed, and not thinking about the end product, I can get on the path of brushstrokes that wriggle out my hand and through the brush to the canvas. Like when you catch a fish, and then observe it dangling from the line or wriggling in the bottom of the boat.

There are stories for me to discover in my own work.

When the paintings don’t bite, I don’t need to worry. I can create in another medium, or I can just go and do something else for a while. Life outside of my studio is vital to working in it. 

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