For as long as I can remember I have been creating, my hands busy at work. To create is like breathing. In and out, a part of you that you can harness to ground, elevate, soothe, heal. Like breathing, to not do it is not an option. You take it with you wherever you go. Shape it and form it to suit your needs, to challenge, to learn. Share it with others, or keep it close. I go to the sunrise, the same beach, in the town where I have always lived. Tides come in, and out, leaving behind a different trace.The same place, yet never the same. This is my act of painting. In the studio, I begin the process, the ebb and flow. At the end of the day, the tide has receded and nothing is the same. Wild crazy marks, frenetic energy slashes followed by a slow mark tracing a path. I am the tortoise and the hare dancing together. I paint because it brings me joy, heals and sustains my life. I paint to understand the world around me. To bring me closer to who I am and who I am meant to be.