“Painting is another way of keeping a diary. “ Picasso
“White Room: Complexities of Choice” had marked the end of this series. It was a fitting end. Often I don’t know when a series ends or even begins. It can only be felt.
A constant always was the light illuminating the emptiness, the nothingness. The light penetrated the barren room through the windows. Never were there any doors. Now there are and they are open. A choice must be made: which door to choose. Do I even have the courage to leave that room, which has long held me, and move freely into a blinding light?
These Innerscapes are part of my autobiography and were created from an inner need; I painted my prisons. Now the series has reached its conclusion.
My Innerscape series began as autobiographical but is completely relatable (I feel) to anyone if they possess the sensitivity; if they have introspection. They are an expression, a manifestation of an inner world. I’m not simply painting what I’m feeling. I'm painting what I'm living. What had begun as an autobiographical series developed into a more singular focus: light. More specifically how light penetrates, invades the open space; how light exists in relation to dark, its effect on the psyche and the spirit. Light is life. Light is hope. But light is also violence. It is that light paradox I strive to recreate.