I am a writer. That is where I feel most comfortable, where I can project a vision. I have the words to make a picture, but there is always the imagination of the reader at play. I love that aspect because with a good writer I can fill out the scene in my mind

A painting though. When I see the brush going into the lush mound of paint, and notice how it pulls out leaving a tail behind I can only think erotic thoughts. The lusty act of splattering the colour on paper or watching it get stroked onto canvas is amazing and provocative.

Mixing the pigments together to form a new hue is so creative to me and has my mind blooming with possibilities. The thickness of the paint, the power or deftness with which it is applied all come together to form the picture, and there it is. Whether I like it or not. THERE it is

It is a story that no photograph can ever match. A photo comes out of a machine. A painting comes out of a person.