Scot

I create what I do because color and lines that I see won’t stay in my head. The smallest leaf or flower will catch my eye and draw me into its own intimate moment of shadow and light. The bigness of the outdoors calls to me, echoing my own cavernous desire to stir someone else by sharing my interpretation of this smallest (or biggest) expression of life.

Nothing is as satisfying as charcoal on my fingers, paint on my jeans or flecks on my glasses; I attack the surface with emotive strokes, smudges and smears of contrast and harmony. I love the feel of creativity.