The butterfly of light rises in the glow of the moon. Between wafts of mist and sparkling particles, it seems to build a bridge between dream and reality. An image that tells of the mystery of the night and the delicate dance of transience.
I work with whatever is right at the moment: Acrylic, photography, digital. A work may begin on canvas and end somewhere else entirely. I layer, discard, edit. Mixed media and collages are my style.
My great-grandfather was a painter. Oil was his thing, I work differently...
Read more…