Paint

I have been a photographer all my life and I predict that I will be one until the end. I like the way the world looks photographed! I confess, however, that I have always been more than a little jealous of painters. When I visit museums, my eyes often take me first to the painting galleries. I marvel at the surfaces of paintings, which contain their own visual dramas, often independent of any narrative or formal aspect of the work. A difference between us photographers and painters are that photographers normally start with the world, while painters begin with a blank canvas and end up with astonishing creations. I still don’t understand how that happens!  I often have dreams where I am a painter, creating gorgeous abstract works rivaling De Kooning, O’Keeffe, Pollock, Mitchell and Richter.

My “Paint Pictures” are my attempt to fill the gap between what I know (and adore) about photography, and what I long for in my other artistic fantasies and ambitions. I paint all my pictures using brushes, sticks and sponges. I feel insecure about calling myself a painter or even a Sunday painter but I do know enough about moving paint around to arrive at something interesting, maybe even beautiful!