For me, a painting is a short story where each stroke of the brush has the rhythm and balance of a well-designed sentence, and the cumulation of all the strokes evokes a feeling and a new way of seeing. When I paint, I release any concept of me doing something and trust a higher intelligence. Often, my initial intention morphs into something entirely new, creating an unfolding mystery. It’s this element of the unknown that draws me in to take a closer look. In a world ruled by law and order, by definition and time, I prefer the freedom of the abstract to the formality of the concrete. What would a night sky or a forest or a river be without its definition? What would love and beauty be without a name?