This painting is now almost two years old. Painting becomes a way of measuring time.
I am reflecting on past works for a moment here as I sense something new is about to emerge.
When my painting of Vincent was stolen I began to see that I have held on to that series of paintings like a crutch. I need to be grateful and move on to the next amazing thing. I knew the loss of that painting would have a bright side and I am beginning to see the light.