A heron in the early morning mist hunts for substance, as other pond creatures do the same, going about their business one eye out for danger, one eye out for food, predators and prey. A young boy with sleepy eyes rises early for his first fishing trip with grand pop, climbs aboard what seems to him a ship and out of a misty port goes to sea to try his luck. An old captain sets his anchor upon a sailing ship to spend the night with his crew on a windless misty eve by a guiding light. And a child, a little girl within the safety of her mother’s gaze sits in an ancient tub upon the grass dreaming herself a mermaid frolicking with her puffin friends upon the ocean waves. Such simple pleasures to behold in a complicated world , if only in our dreams. New medias, new techniques, new things to learn. The past year I’ve moved from watercolors to acrylic. As a muralist, acrylic was the only medium I used, but painting giant outdoor murals and much smaller fine art paintings are totally different animals. Different substrates, techniques and mediums with which to experiment. I’m drawn to the subtle earthy colors of nature punctuated by the bright red or blue of a cardinal or jay, or the magic of a morning sky. I paint the things I do because they speak to me, It’s my hope that through my paintings you hear some of what they say to me.