R E F L E C T I O N 

Walking into the Cornfield

(Field of Dreams reference)

Hours 

are minutes. 

Insecurity

stops the clock. 

The Pendulum 

swings. 

I journey on. 

I have begun a body of work (One Liners)that will take months to complete and I have no idea what the outcome will be. 

I began my first painting with a tracing transfer. The transfer didn't work out and I began painting before the canvas was properly prepped. I do that a lot. I just needed to start painting — I grow impatient with rules and technique. Intuition is my guide.

At the end of the day, the transfer lay upon the canvas slightly off registered and I snapped this shot. I think I will like this image more than the finished piece. I like things when they are messy — just like life.