I start each work by writing directly on the paper or canvas I will be working on. I write until words lose their meaning. I write about life, love, loss, longing, and my eternal search for light and beauty. I reach a point where words lose their meaning -and only making marks with paint seem to be real. I clear the way, it seems, inside myself, to where logic, reason and language no longer reign. Layer upon layer of paint, expresses a search. Painting becomes a process in which I, literally, live through the painting emotionally. I have no preconceived concepts; no intellectual armor; no image in mind before I start work. The painting has a life of its own.