What do you do for a living, what is my job? Lifting spirits, bringing peace to people, that is how I see myself with my art. Watching a dancer perform takes away the pressures of the day for some. For others, it's watching an athlete that lets the pressure of the day slide away.
Looking back, which I often do, I find myself with the task of lifting a spirit. Mom, cooking over a hot stove, smiles seeing my drawing of a grasshopper. Yesterday, it was a painting of cows on a hillside. I know there is someone out there waiting for the smile I have for them. Ann, down the hall, has a pastel bouquet of flowers waiting for someone. Typing away on the computer, a worker pauses to wonder about the abstract hanging in the office. A calmness is the gift we give.
The world around me and how I see it is my gift to people. The flatness of the midwest needs my hand. The vast blue sky and cotton cloud, I shout about them with paint. Roadside weeds with tiny white flowers are waiting for my canvas. Painting is my voice as I sing silently in my studio. Each stroke, every color is a note heard in my work. I rise each day composing a song of color to give to people.
