The Tao of An, a Journey to Peace
 
The death of my close friend and artistic mentor, An Marie, focused the energy of the paintings in this collection on my journey as an artist in transition. My profound sense of loss is reflected in these works, both in grief and in the memory of our friendship.
 
I find it difficult to express myself in the written word, relying on my painting to give form and substance to these feelings. Fortunately, i have friends more eloquent with the written word. One such friend is Israel Nebeker, himself dealing with devastating loss, so i will gratefully share the words of one of his songs to say what i find myself unable to write:
 
Joik 3
 
One hand on your faith,
one hand on a color that pulls the whole world to your heart,
And i’m wanting to hold all that i still know in you
while this is still who we are.
For all you could have been and who you are still
For all you could have been and who you are.
 
Cut from a hope, we’re cut from the same metal
That blooms its veins in the ground
I have loved you in the body,
In the breath,
In the air still speaking your sound.
Don’t know just where you are and where you’re not now,
Don’t know just where you are and where you’re not.
 
Israel Nebeker