Sometimes I think that the process of creating art, i.e. photographing, sketching on trains, painting stains on cotton canvas, sitting and listening to music, glueing scraps of paper, smudging oil on clothes, I sometimes think it is something just of my own world, my own subjective interpretation, or understanding, of this world around my eyes, and that maybe it isn't so important.

But then when the art itself, by itself, looks back at me, it is a look of powerful Spirit and greater than anything I intended, immersing my self into the art so deep that it is now impossible to abandon this life of creation, or so it feels. To look at the process, to see it developing and docking like the boats at bay, buzzes the mind and brings a joy to the Spirit.

This here is a close-up of one of the works in the show at Red Saw Gallery. I centered in on the sketch book, which is close in this photo, but the viewer can feel free to open it and look inside, to see the drawings, the other people the artist saw and heard. The sketch book was a way to include them. IT was a way to let them in, to offer another dimension, more space. There is always enough room. We can always find a way. But that is not the only reason. I want the viewer to look at the work as if it is like a story, for it to be an intimate encounter, a searching, a reading, a discovering. Like when reading books or a novel or an art journal or your long lost mother's diary that she might have left behind.