It is hard to explain it, but I just want to paint. I think life is a painting. For my life, I want to be the artist.

There is an entire people leading the way….

“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.

O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.”
Amen.

During the Covid restrictions, I began painting large
colored canvases in my  garden.  Garden flowers and weeds crept onto my canvas and 
become part of my “paintings”. I photographed the flowers within my canvas and they  often became the focal
point.

I also found  my shadow creeping  onto my canvas.  I realize my shadow also
belonged in my art.

I often feel like I want to walk into my paintings; it is why
I am painting in the first place.  This  was perfect. I was painted in.

This series of paintings I call, “Dreams of a Girl”.  I feel that standing with a flower or without
in a garden or wherever my painting takes me, could be the dream of any girl. I
love the way a shadow refrains from any specific context beyond a feeling. I
mean the girl could be 10 or 70 years old; she could be any ethnicity or in any
location on the earth.   With all that is happening, I often
imagine a girl who picked a sunflower from her garden. I also  imagine, anywhere in the world,
a girl , of any age, with a dream.