Some people have asked me, is it you in the paintings? Yes and no. Is it my spirit? Absolutely. Am I big kid wearing rubber boots and a summer dress? For sure. Am I beret wearing kitten? Ok, don’t answer that. But I think it’s inevitable that we, artists, are part of our pieces. I am a lifetime of being around buoys and boats and docks and cats and cozy couches and paint brushes and pie. It’s like writing. We write what we know and love. I paint what I’ve seen and felt and love. I literally hear my heart on my sleeve.
Ray Bradbury sums it up on writing but same could be applied to painting…drawing…cooking.
“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.”
I think I’ll get up now. xo