Painting is new to me. I started painting sometime last year. A friend, who is an artist, inspired me to do something I never thought I could do. One day, I picked up a paintbrush and tried to paint a flower. Then I did. It wasn’t a perfect flower. But it was perfectly me. And much prettier a flower than I expected to paint. I love surprises. Each time I paint something I surprise myself.
Pen and ink my father did. After my friend inspired me to begin painting I picked up pen and ink too. The little lines & spaces are wonderful marks of time in space where you think. Or you don’t. And it’s liberating. I am a shadow of the work my father did. But happy to follow in his footsteps.
This is a place I’m sharing the things I’ve worked on as a diary to keep track of it all and to share with others that inspiration can carry you far. As well as a friend. And the most wonderful man I know, my father.
There is no order of completion on this website. Everything is randomly posted as I either paint it or find it. So there will be older paintings mixed in with new ones.