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I like how light moves: caresses a cup up to a point, slips around the cup’s curve into shadow, then bounces back out from the tabletop bearing the cup’s reflection.
I like how light casts seductive patterns of shapes and colors onto the faces of buildings. I like how the warmth of light brings out the life in an empty bedroom. I like the drama of a single light in a darkened hallway.
I aim to capture light.
I enjoy mixing paint, brushing it on, wiping it out and scumbling it back on; I love making what looks like a mess, has all the energy of a mess, up close. But as you step back, the mess becomes a book on a desk, a pillow on a couch, lamplight across a bed.
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