Find Your Bright Moment -

where silence and sound, shadow and radiance, meet and exchange names.

The challenge isn’t to paint what everyone will like, but to paint what I love — no matter what.
To stand before the blank like a quiet altar, to listen for the pulse beneath the noise, and to let color answer from the heart.

I paint the sudden truths that visit me: a memory of sunlight moving through a room, the hush after rain, the electric hush of a new idea. I follow the body’s small urgings — a sweep of blue, a reckless dash of gold — trusting that these gestures are prayers, and the canvas a liturgy. Each mark is devotion, each accidental blend a benediction.

This is not defiance but fidelity: fidelity to the inner flame that insists on being seen. When I choose what I love, I open a door for light. The painting becomes a bright moment — a brief temple where silence and sound, shadow and radiance, meet and exchange names.

Perhaps we will meet there — not in likeness or opinion, but in the thin bright space that the work creates. If you pause with me inside that moment, you may feel the same small lifting, the same quiet affirmation that something true was honored. That shared breath is the true meeting place: where my love becomes an offering, and your attention becomes blessing.