Times Tree Painting

Freedom of expression is as much a myth as it is a right. Often, unwritten rules are what govern us. That’s why I love art. Art is permission. It’s the gate that lets a horse run free. It’s the “5 minutes more” a parent gives a child before bed. It’s the opinion you can share without getting fired. It’s tears you don’t have to hide and rage you needn’t contain. It’s also the wonder you never have to outgrow. When I paint, I get both lost and found. Art allows me to be.