Sometimes, my eyes or my mind or my "mind's eye " wonders. where, I can stare at something, contently caught in a daze, without thinking any specific thought, entirely at peace within the moment that is present.
I am often fascinated by particular color combinations throughout my garden, some by design others, which have volunteered themselves. However, it's the beauty in the abstract that I feel and am drawn too and ultimately that which I paint; and though that can be quite at random and the moment might last, but for a few seconds, it is of complete delight and often of insight.
A sudden glance, unspecific in its nature or detail, becomes abstract in its honesty. A look up at the sky, a sunset, or a window view out onto a tree. A glance downward at a pattern made up of light and shadows or the vein patterns in stone, the texture in a piece of fabric or the features of someone's face. Therein everything unfolds, where an answer can be given, where peace can be found, where time opens up to its vastness yet its proximity — being so intensely immersed in the stillness of that moment, that a discovery can be made.

When I paint, I welcome that vastness and allow it to unfold and evolve on to the canvas.