My earliest memory, my only memories...are of color, texture, layers... When I was in kindergarten, I would ask my teacher if I could miss recess to stay inside and create. To create was to play. To play was to paint or color or shadow or draw or cut or glue...in and outside the lines. That's how surrealism is born. It's like taking a snapshot of a dream. It's capturing one precise moment in time when the obscure is laid bare for interpretation. That is how the Lord speaks to me. He puts my hand to...more
