Lately, captions for my paintings just haven't been coming together. Changes happen so quickly that by the time you write a sentence, it's already in the past—you’ve moved forward, stepped aside, or even circled back, and what was written no longer has anything to do with you... The inner world has absorbed me, becoming far more captivating than outward expression; even the desire to share thoughts and realizations has vanished, let alone crafting an image or feeling the need to prove, validate, or refute anyone else's perception of me.
Perhaps this is simply another phase that will pass, and the descriptions and stories will return, but for now, 2019 is a year of silence...
