It took me many years to realize the true importance of stories. Looking back it now seems so obvious, but for decades I lived as if in a fog.
Rich and highly textured stories have always been woven throughout my life. So many read, so many more imagined, and all of them adding fuel to the creative fires.
From the very beginning they evoked a steady stream of flowing narrative imagery. And happily they continue to do so to this day.
Although I don’t always set out to illustrate a set story line, my images always seem to hint at some tale that is in much need of telling.
In a nutshell, then, that’s what I do as an artist; I paint scenes from both written and unwritten stories.
But that doesn’t quite cover it all, does it?
I’m sorely tempted to push the description a little further. Okay, how about this then?
I paint that which arises in the heart, those timeless and wordless stories of wonder, joy, and delight. My paintings, then, are actually celebrations of these stories and an encouragement for all to move deeper into their nurturing embrace.