I’ve always been attracted to images that tell stories. I prefer images that don’t merely provide visual summaries taken in a brief glance and then forgotten, but rather ones that upon further reflection can tell of even vaster and grander things simply with their hues, contrast and depth. It is my endless endeavor to likewise tell stories with my paintings that in some ways are very literal, but have a greater resonance beyond the obvious. My intent is to create a sort of hyper-realism where the colors have tastes and the fabrics, fruits and flowers almost waft out to stimulate all the senses while actually only being observable by one; sort of an art-induced synesthesia.
A couple of years ago, I received some fresh cut sprigs of forsythia as a gift from a friend. As the buds bloomed, I was enchanted by the contrast of the brilliant yellow flowers against the blue wall.