There is a blank canvas beautifully primed waiting for me at my open air studio. I really like to follow the ritual of applying successive layers of gesso and carefully sanding the canvas in between each coat.

I am still disolving my self in leaving the doted marks on the canvas. It is like breathing in and breathing out, synchronizing the release of the brush with paint and then removing it.

The painting with the dots is progressing. Each dot is intentional and deliberately affirmative. Each dot has an individuality. I do not want to make them a conglomorate, a collective packed together. The dot has to remain a dot…

This state of awareness creates an interesting connection with the body-mind interactivity. I have been very sensitive to the any small body discomfort. If my feet complain I listen and massage them with herbal oils. If my skin is dry, I nourish it. In…

I think of dots and end up being driven by lines and texture.  The surrounding combination of being integrated into nature at the same time humanity is so present in shaping the hills with a concentration of houses that have survived invasions, wars, and…

It is like swimming in open ocean, the feeling of expansion is so intense. It brings to the surface repressed fears, ignored fears, even unknown fears as the fear of freedom. Fear of freedom is the most striking one. Beyond the constrains of language, be…