So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet XVIII, W. Shakespeare
I paint mostly people, persons I love, and after they have left, I look at my
own work and it constantly reminds me that at least the paintings are still with
me. My models are ordinary human beings with real and sincere expressions
reflected in their faces and body language. I try to paint their personalities,
their joys and sorrows,....their souls. I wish I could capture the light and
darkness inside and around them with my heart, my eyes, my hands, my brushes and
my pigments, because I seek to paint my solitude away.
My finished paintings seem to smile at me, cry with me, understand me. The
day of my final departure, wherever I go, I’ll take them along in my memory, as,
I hope, they will in turn keep me in their memories for centuries to come and be
a testament of the love I poured into making them.
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet XVIII, W. Shakespeare
I paint mostly people, persons I love, and after they have left, I look at my
own work and it constantly reminds me that at least the paintings are still with
me. My models are ordinary human beings with real and sincere expressions
reflected in their faces and body language. I try to paint their personalities,
their joys and sorrows,....their souls. I wish I could capture the light and
darkness inside and around them with my heart, my eyes, my hands, my brushes and
my pigments, because I seek to paint my solitude away.
My finished paintings seem to smile at me, cry with me, understand me. The
day of my final departure, wherever I go, I’ll take them along in my memory, as,
I hope, they will in turn keep me in their memories for centuries to come and be
a testament of the love I poured into making them.