There is a thought, a vision, behind everything you do. Let’s make it a good one.”

I was talking to a very good friend of mine the other day about how I can’t seem to re-create any of my paintings. They always come alive in those moments when I’m the most still, and alert. Listening and open to receiving. It’s like I’m just a tool, holding the brush, doing what I’m supposed to do.

When do you feel most alive?

Art in focus

[ mornings in june ]

– the most tranquil hours, when the world is still a sleep, and yet all dreams are possible.

[ … and my heart melted ]

– those precious moments in between.

[ i never promised you my rose garden ]

– you are yours, before you are anyone elses.

I wish you all a beautiful weekend.