there is something crazy about trying to paint a perfect circle by hand.  Knowing that it is nearly impossible yet still beilieving in the possibility.

For me a circle represents everything and nothing.  It is sacred yet simple.  It is the beginning and the end.  Following the paintbrush with my eyes, guiding it to completion.  The process to paint a perfect circle with open eyes allows me to find my own center while allowing others to see their’s.