About

About me and being an artist? Somewhere around a million times a second my mind is floating from one thought to another thought like a cross wind. I could be drawing and suddenly I am thinking about false eyelashes! You know how great false eyelashes look on some women? I can’t figure out how they manage to apply those things with finesse.

My biggest, challenge is staying on point, mastering or being 100% the master of my own creativity. It seems to master me instead. Everyday I am muscled from one creative thought to another—even when I don’t necessarily want to be.

I read a BLOG post someplace the other day, it was about being a “self-taught” artist. I never really think of myself as “taught” at all. I most certainly did not go to school and study art history, nor did I attend any lectures on method. I have traveled to historically important works of art, where I was inspired and moved by what I saw.

I saw the “Mona Lisa,” I was moved by the sheer size of it….. in our romantic mind it is bigger than life. In reality it looked like a postage stamp to me.

I have wondered about the cave paintings discovered at Lascaux, in southern France. By my estimation they are “art”, but who taught the artist…or did the art simply occur spontaneously by the hand of the artist like a yelp when you step accidentally on a rather sharp stone?

I am more of the later, in my own view of me as an artist. I stepped on a lot of sharp stones and out came some art where others might have simply yelped instead.

Nonetheless, I subscribe to the ideal that whatever you see that moves you is art. The art born of nature, or found in a beautiful smile—maybe a gorgeous cup of café noire resting on a tiny red table outside of a Parisian bistro (Now that’s a beautiful thing!). It is all art to me regardless of how it came into being.

I am not self taught, but I am an artist who one day in the 60’s just came into being.