First I was a painter,
before working in gas stations,
school in Switzerland,
the freighter to Japan,
the Air Force, marriage,
the architectural license,
the countless beautiful projects.
Oil brush in one hand,
sketching pen in the other,
some years prolific, other distracted.
Pieces sometimes large, but mostly not.
En plain air, or in the studio.
Realism but not realistic.
Stories to tell and walls to decorate.
Imagining the unimaginable,
Creating as I feel, from the heart, not the mind.
