Veneer

A collection of memories,

Experiences,

Knowledge,

Emotion…..

Over time  -

Building up -

Creating who we are….

On the outside  •  Anyway.

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I don’t really paint for the viewer.

I paint for me…but not necessarily about me.

I just paint. And it emerges.

Whatever it will be. Images arrive.

Paint spills onto the canvas.

It sloshes, drips, coagulates, slips and slides, pushes in and pulls out.

It forms shapes, creates images, tells me a story….Often…..helps me release my emotions… Always.

IT pulls pieces together and puts them side by side

on top of each other creating depth and history, movement.

Motions… to a soul where its been – where its going.

What to do.

What’s next.

How to be Now.

Letting go and letting the paint be present. Letting the paint be.

The paint teaches me constantly.

I sit back and breathe.

The images arrive like a puzzle {{ they come together.

       I sit back<<<<again >>>> and observe their lessons.

What is it telling me that I was unaware of.

What do I need to know.

The teacher and the student.

The Paint and Me.