We've all experienced, or will experience, a moment when words failed us even though we knew what we wanted to... Read More
We've all experienced, or will experience, a moment when words failed us even though we knew what we wanted to say.
I experienced it also when my mother had a stroke that prevented her from communicating with me.
Words connect us to others, and if we lack them, we must invent new ways to talk to each other.
Painting is a language, my language, and I used it to seek a new connection.
In this ideal city, built on fading words, the colors are bright and vivid, diurnal: an invitation and a promise of profound heart-to-heart connection.