When I paint, I become a Time-Traveler. I race back, advance more forward, and revert again … revisiting times in my life that are seemingly long forgotten. The brain is an interesting phenomenon. When we operate on the right side … the visual side, our memory does unexpected things. While I am painting today’s chocolate slathered cupcake, I might go back in time to growing up in Amherst, Massachusetts. Every Sunday my girlfriends and I would go to the “free skating” time at Amherst College rink. Why would my mind travel there while I’m painting today? It’s Memories - memories that bring us home. It’s the very real sensation of the past and of the future … a place and time of coming home, to what we have always wanted … the sense of connection and the comfort of where we are … the safe place where you feel supported, where warm memories are made that carry us through life’s troubles. Meet me here, in this painting, in its hidden places, the little spaces where worlds are born, and tell me the story of how you are moved and where the light shines forth and brightens the way so you can, and will, take one more step towards someone and give them your hand, the place where your own brush of light lifts them up to a new dawn. Share the story of what you see and the light and love that makes our world the place we have always wanted since we were children.