In every artist’s development the first step is of training, not of skills but of what you see.
As a small child I remember looking out of an airplane window and seeing the rain hitting the window. I felt mesmerized by how the water fell onto the window. Of how the droplets distorted the colour as it flowed down the window.
I was and continue to be fascination with colour and the act blending.
The next steps involved exploration.
As I grew I remember being so bored in school. Doodling got transformed into an introduction to the tonal varieties of the graphite pencil. I would spend hours drawing, erasing and drawing some more.
I met a teacher who guided me into the enjoyment of creating through paint.
I now experience “The Dance,” others call it “The High,” is the zone of creativity, a purity in the devotion of oneself to a creative activity.
Many people ask me what my medium is and my reply is that I’m a “Colourist.” I work with any medium, it only depends upon what I’m interested in at the time.
As a teacher I revel in guiding my students through their own creative process.