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

each painting has a power greater than me.  In the beginning of the process it feels elementary and unsure.  Eventually they start to have a life of their own.  I feel like i am painting for someone; a lover, a friend, or someone i haven't met yet.  A part of me I haven't met yet. I noticed that when someone buys a painting or