This painting has a under painting. The painting underneath was a Willow World painting. I was broke, had no money so I painted over a previous work.

I love painting. Painting is a verb, not a noun. The act of painting is what I love.

Sometimes I wake up and feel red, yellow, black, blue. It is best to just release the river. Think less and feel more. The paint becomes a letter to a friend, spaces in the mind, warm blood in the veins, clouds in the sky, a sunshine smile, words, figures, rooms of hospitality, shades of conversation.

Thank you