The inspiration for my painting does not come from calculated imagination but from an intrinsic need to interpret the mysterious, fragile, and forceful dynamics of life.

Writing and music composition are major disciplines of mine as well; however, my most febrile passion is to explore spirit without a safety net of words or notes. The collective fruit of practicing these various art forms is realized in expressive, "action style" abstractions.

I refer to each painting session as a "Flight." Each one is always in private and without external stimuli except for a couple of flickering candles and a cool glass of mint tea to keep me company. During each Flight, I "Search the Sky" enthusiastically and voyeuristically from the realm of unconsciousness.

My workspace remains silent except for the exterior sounds of snow, wind, rain, howling coyotes, and birdsong. The unending original and subtle music of nature's elements come from an adjacent river and forest that envelop my surroundings. Its resonance comforts and supports my art nest and the quest for peace on Earth.

I accept that no one will ever fully rationalize my paintings or even feel completely at ease with them, including my conscious self, for they were all given birth in a place existing not of human vocabulary or rationale.

When I am before a canvas, I am immersed in the territory of the spiritual self, the land of instinct and not of illusive information. It is a place of neutrality, humility, child-like discovery, and buck-naked truth. The porky, back-breaking, leaden concept of Time crumbles when I stand before a virgin canvas. She and I begin as best friends and transcend as one.

As we acknowledge our interdependence, our evolution stands on the sturdy framework of unconditional love.

When immersed in the process, I am only scarcely cognizant of the feet that support my torso and the material I select. There are Flights when not even those aspects glint into my awareness. Such serenity streams into the haloed chambers of recall as nature returns me to the place of departure. There, gravity sorts each Flight into a treasure trove of souvenirs that feed the never-ending miracles I have come to liv e.