No more shows. For the last year I haven't had it to give, even for my art. I need it for my recovery. That's an illusion. I've learned from the disease.
Painting reflects the person.
Whatever character is in the person is brought to the art. The illness affects everything in my life. It has made the lines more exact, the colors softer, the familiar, homey images more pronounced. And it helps him come out of his house every day, to wait for the sun to begin chopping his world into dark and light shapes, to begin to generate the ideas that become his art. Copyright 1995-2000 Funcoast Journal.