Here is the painting that began it all. Christmas 2011. I wanted to go beyond buying gifts, so I thought I would paint someone a picture. Chose a forgiving recipient. Chose a theme. Sat down for a few uninterrupted hours. At the end of it all I stepped back and thought, “Damn… I can paint.”
I’d like to say I’ve never looked back, but the truth is, I look back every time I pick up my paint brush. I am still not convinced that I can actually paint. The happy news is that this gnawing feeling that this whole painting thing is a big fluke shrinks with each painting I produce.