My eyes drift across my studio space. Each painting speaks to me, sharing their story. I linger in the memory of that moment of creation, and of my attempt to express my connection to this subject.

The sound of the paintings talking to me though clear has a strangely surreal quality to it. I feel they have a life form of their own, birthed upon my canvas as I give each respect and appreciation. I see and hear people whose hearts unlocked silently as I painted. Flowers that swayed and swooned in response to my love for them. Landscapes that unveiled their secrets, and waters that babbled incessantly of their journeys and adventures.

I value and am enamored by the point of connection between me and my subjects. I long to record what happens in me when I study the forms and note the intersection points of shape against shape, colour upon colour and texture upon texture. I seek the hidden, the unspoken emotions, and the longings of the heart.

Nature speaks loud and clear to me of the Creator’s imaginative designs, innumerable variations, and exquisite renditions of synced intricacies. I offer gratitude as an offering of appreciation to be able to be a part of sharing natural beauty wherever it might abide.