Personal work is quietly insisting, and yet it often suffers ... from self doubt, guilt, fatigue, conflict ... you name it, it's there to confront. Sometimes I feel the need to get away just to see if I can still let that mystical spark ignite. I did that this year ... hung out in Praiano, Italy, and focused my attention on the presence of the sea, the color of the wind, a winding road and a bag of paints and brushes. My conclusion: creativity is a renewable fuel.

I'll be posting my personal work here as it evolves ... some days more magically than others.