Blowing Off the Dust

Victoria

Oil, 2008

Self Portrait

Oil, 2008

It's an old cliche for an artist to refer to their work as his or her "children", but I tend to regard my art more along the lines of a romantic relationship. First, there's the initial rush of infatuation followed promptly by a steep decline as each fault becomes magnified and disillusionment sets in. Though this bleak chain of events may be the norm, there are always those summer flings whose memory lives on spotlessly in our minds, untouched by the ravages of time. To bring this overtstretched metaphor to a close- these old paintings are two I can pull out of the closet and still vividly recall how I was feeling at the time and how I made them. Both were major learning experiences in paintings that unlike many other such "educational" works don't make me cringe to look at them now. What do you think?