"My purpose for being alive is to paint and sculpt. My life did not begin
until I lay at deaths door. A life and death experience at the age of
thirty-three left me confined to a bed in the isolation ward of a hospital.
While the drugs to keep me alive poured into my veins, the colors began to
pour forth from my soul onto the paper using a children's box of
watercolors. The moment the colors touched the paper from my hands I knew my
only purpose for being alive was to paint.
With each stroke of the paintbrush my body, mind and spirit began to heal
and set into motion the universal expressions of the beauty, joy and sorrow
of living life. I am reminded that artists are the architects of heaven upon
earth and without our visions, dreams and inspirations humankind would
perish.
The light force flowing from my paintbrush is not mine. I am the vessel, the
mother from which the paintings are born and I give them freely as they were
given to me to all that might view them as they make their way into our
'interplanetarian home."