I love this bridge. I love this view. I love this painting. Not because its so great but it makes me happy. It has an off kilter imperfection, my “style”, as it were. I think I’m ok with that now. It’s a funny thing to have a style that is more known for it’s childlike appeal but them’s the breaks and I just show up for this gig and what comes out is pretty much out of my control. I do know that the more I show up, the more the style evolves but it’s a huge relief to just be. This is who I am. I’ve tried emulating and incorporating other styles, techniques, still do, will continue to do so, it’s what an artist does to stretch and learn. But at the end of the day, there is a heartbeat and footprint that is recognizable to individual artists and I’m good with that, wobbly bridge chords and all. I never seem to get where I need to go in a straight line anyway. xo