I have a fascination with hands, I love to paint them…except this morning when I sat down at my easel, looked at my work and convinced myself that suddenly, overnight, I had forgotten how to paint! I briefly thought about going shopping for supplies, but looked out the window to find a rain squall passing over the house….better to paint.
There is something about a box… but, more especially, one that suddenly strikes the eye, causing one to pause. What’s in there? Is it a treasure??? Surely it must be because logic (even bad logic) dictates that someone created that box, or bought it to store away items that, at a minimum, had some value, even if only intrinsic. I create boxes to entice the viewer…..a box that beckons. Screaming, actually, to be opened. As it turns out, the box is just a device….I could have painted a canvas….but the box reveals the story in two parts. I’m working on a box, the working title of which is “The Jihad Box.”