"Chapeau Love in Rain City" Painting

I have been in the entertainment business for 30 years and began fulfilling a creative longing as a painter, 7 years ago.

I am still emerging as an artist, finding my voice and expression. I am moved by abstract connection, exercising the complications of love and loss, uncertainty, despair and optimism, finding the emotion with vibrant colors and boundaries, rooted in the continual colors that surround and have defined me since childhood, as can be seen in my first painting, 1968 Grand Ave, which I did when I was 8 years old, copying my Mom and her love of painting.

Then, I never painted again, choosing acting as my creative expression.

My sudden explosion in painting was largely rooted in my Mother's slow demise and disappearance into advanced Alzheimer's and my life with her slowly being erased, compounded with the unfathomable pain that is courted by 'the long goodbye.' I'd lost connection to many things I loved. And to myself. Perhaps, my need to paint became a bridge to connect my fondest memories of she painting when I was a child and the paintings of hers that I have hanging on my walls, attracted to the same imagery and colors, as if it is in my DNA and I am one with her; my way of not letting her go. And remembering where I came from, as if lost at that time in my life.

Sometimes, you find pieces of yourself in the most unexpected places.

It's all connected. So, I stay rooted through my abstract expression, trying to turn chaos into symmetry.