9×12 original pastel on sanded paper
How does a blossom get to be a nice, juicy peach? I don’t understand. I don’t know if I ever will understand certain miracles in this life. All I know is that after winter, there is always spring. If I couldn’t stand on that truth, I don’t know if I would make it through winter. I am fascinated by the idea that after dormancy there is life. I believe that to be true in nature as well as in our lives. I go through terrible periods of dormancy as an artist, but my art emerges with new life and more intensity than before.