When you were a child, did you dig in the dirt, create crowns from dandelion flowers and eat strawberries and cherry tomatoes straight from the plants, still warm from the sun? Magic. Did you have a secret place in the garden -- a tree to climb or a tunnel beneath the hedges? Magic. Each green and growing thing. Each flower. Each creature that crawls or flies or hovers. Magic. Have you lost that magic or does it still live in your heart?
For me the inspiration to paint is a whisper of magic. As I study my subject I listen to its whispers and I return to enchanted childhood memories of playing in the dirt and climbing trees and making and dreaming. Maybe you just like flowers, or maybe, when you look at my art you hear the whispers, too.
