In elementary school I hand-wrote and illustrated small comic books which I sold for ten-cents a copy. Building on these innate talents to write and illustrate, I became both a professional writer and an artist, twice blessed with a peculiar ability to hear, see and then translate. Through learning and discipline, I fine tuned my writing instincts with intelligence and analysis and my painting from technique alone to inspiration fueled by emotion and abandonment.
Artist Edgar Payne writes: “We say a painting is beautiful because (the artist has painted)…deeper mysterious qualities that lie beyond the definition of man.”* This is true. As a writer I often find it baffling to express in written word truths about the human experience that art so instantly and powerfully reveals in image. I feel satisfaction and accomplishment as a writer; I feel elation and reverence as an artist.
I find poignant messages in objects or places that range from the obviously glorious to what some may consider mundane but which, upon reflection, create a strange familiarity and longing. The texture, colors and design of one subject may best be expressed in abstract. Another, realism. I may feel that the mood requires pencil, watercolor, pastel or oil. Thus, like hitting high “A” on a keyboard, which makes a tuning fork vibrate, I feel the vibration emanating from a subject and it is that particular clarity I hope to capture in my work.
*Payne, Edgar. Landscape Composition. P. 18, DeRu’s Fine Art Books. 1995.