athering the words together to tell you about my work is harder than telling you what it means to me to make a painting. Simply put, it's as important and necessary as breathing. That distinction made...
Four score and many grids ago, I began my journey into the world of art. Many years, layers, acrylics, colored pencils, watercolor crayons, oil bars, and of course, grids (details) later, I arrived at a fork in the road: the road less traveled (continuing my visible personal archaeology) vs. the road not taken (promoting my artwork, getting them seen, hung, sold). |
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