Unmeasured time...it’s the space that I enter when brush hits canvas, mark and flowing pigment reveals form - and time stands still. And in that little space in time, I stop and ponder things both large and small.

Imagine the limitless possibilities as we each live and move and have our being in this time and place. Are we floating or pressing through time? What forces, attractive or repelling, are shaping our individual and collective selves as we occupy our place in time? How are we forming and reforming? Are we mindful of the potential and of the consequences of change? Can we remain pliable, elastic, and yet enjoy moments of rest found in balance?

Music…colorfully composed with sweep or staccato. Imagine the syncopated rhythm of the soulful bass, a drifting melody poured from an oboe. Tune in the trill of the flute and the blast of the brass. Combining elements of lyricism and drama, painting is the way I make music. Do you see the music?

languidly floating in warm summer sun, they toil not, nor weep. Each of these paintings is inspired by a single image - the simple form of a water lily warmed by the sun one Florida spring day. Infinity explored in the gift of one glimpse. What do you see?