It is the love that comes through when the mind gets out of the way....
Do not make a picture of something. Make something. It is not the something, it is the looking. Painting is looking slowed down....
Paintings are not finished, they are stopped....
When working from life you take a fragment of the world then attempt to make it whole by making sense of the loose ends left when it was torn from the world....
Having painted awhile there is more to unlearn than to learn....
What is created is the real thing. The rest is the world. What is a picture of the world? Nothing.
