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What If

I was talking to someone about the very early work of Picasso, who was as highly skilled as a Renaissance master by the age of 20. My friend remarked, “Most artists spend their life trying to master realism. Picasso had already done it. So where do you go from there?” Where DO you go once

I am home…perhaps for the first time in my entire existence on planet earth.

Flew out of LAX at midnight, fell asleep as we took off, woke up as we were making our approach to land. I’ve never slept that hard on a plane. As we descended still well before dawn, I watched the lights of the cities and the suburbs flow past, innumerable gold and silver coins lit

The Gift

I gave this painting as a gift to someone and the first thing they said was “Are there hidden messages in it?” I said “Yes, and the more you look at it, the more you will see.” It’s true. There really are hidden messages in it. Except they’re not coming from me. When a person

When I look at this, I see a mirror.

It is my self-portrait. Six pieces of paper painted separately and joined with masking tape to make a whole. All of my paintings are my self portrait. When I have 20 or 30 of them hanging on the wall, I feel that I am seeing my mind. The mind beneath the mind that navigates through