Feathers, key, flowers, stencils


   Painting in the still of the night, is a quiet time for me, quiet of mind, surroundings, and my spirit. This is when memories come to mind, without the anxieties of daily life intercepting them. The mind is free to travel, to reminisce, and let unconscious feelings rise to the surface.

 It was a remembrance of the journeys of my life, my troubled journeys, as well as the happy ones that I painted that night. The collection of those memories, when the dawn came, and the sun rose again, that I realized my life has been good!