Thoughts on Art

By day’s end, most of us have had little contact with the earth, have touched little but man-made objects: plastic, glass, steel. Our vision has been mostly restricted, confined by the dimensions of an office or vehicle and by the traffic crowding us on our daily commute. Interior spaces prevent the distant unfocused gaze we associate with peaceful places—the beach or the mountains. For most of us, an annual, revitalizing two-week holiday becomes lost in the weeks that follow. We return to that all-too-familiar world of plastic and steel. I paint with the hope of providing the viewer a peaceful place for the eye to linger and rest. . . a  quiet place to relive life’s contented moments. But even slanting rays of light falling across the most mundane of objects can be startling in their simple beauty.