You Asked For A Peek

Cypress Knees in oil on Bettina's linen canvas was painted in Santa Fe. Irony? Yes. "Wetlands in the high dry New Mexico?" you ask.

"Yes." Because luckily I had this.

And this.

And this.

"What's in the bulging black sketchbook?", you asked.
"Portals between past, present and future," I reply.
Although being very present is key, one's past informs the present which impacts the future. Daniel Langlois once said, "When you are at a moment of thrill, document it. " I do. Each paper clip, each scribble, each photograph, each study, allows me free passage back and forth to those moments and what is now. Continuity, patterns show up. Sensibilities are finely tuned or discovered, played with once again, maybe altered to fit the present moment. In these bits of quintessential moments that I have tucked away, I can find a heartbeat, a resonance to share. So what's in the black sketchbooks? Many bits of me.