Thursday, May 27, 2010
I'm very fond of flowering trees. There is something entirely wonderful about walking down a street in the early days of spring as the trees first begin to bud and bloom. In composing paintings, I seek those images that evoke for me a sense of wonder. By wonder, I mean those things that stop me as I'm walking down the street, perhaps make me grin in a seemingly illogical manner, and which in recollection transform my state of mind. They are moments I want to tell people about, but for which I ﬁnd language ineffective. They are moments which ﬁll me with gratitude for beauty. The early blooms of a magnolia tree can certainly fill me with wonder.