The creation of an art piece is a unique experience. It’s very personal. When I’m submerged in a drawing the only things that exist to me are the pencils, the paper, the subject matter, and my thoughts.

My thoughts tend to flow pretty freely while I’m drawing so later when I look at a finished piece, even if it’s been years since I completed it I remember what I was thinking about and how I felt when I was drawing it. I even sometimes remember exact phrases of thought that came to me when working on a particular part of a painting.

While I was drawing my sister in alone again memories of times that we’ve spent together, good and bad kept coming into my mind. She’s one of my best friends and has always been there for me no matter what and now when I look at the painting all of that comes back to me. So to say that I put myself into my work is to speak quite literally.

It’s an interesting thing to give something that is so personal to the world. It’s strange to lay it before their eyes and let them judge it as they do. Whether they like the piece or not, either way it feels strange. An artist has to learn to let go of a picture that is finished and embrace the one that is before them. It’s actually kind of nice, rythmic in a way.