November 13, 2001
This is what I see in the painting

Count not the times the fires of hell scorch your desire—leave behind the art of bewilderment, allowing trust and shame to be picked from the bad grapes… what sits within its newest shape is the wine, a rich flavored essence of time. She is a true beauty—a natural look of innocence who asks not to be judged by wars and freedom. Her look is an echo of a once lived life… she left foot prints in the soil of many chapters past, to now be freed unto an earth… to lift upward in a way of art felt love—which last centuries, rather than a moment of lust filled seconds. Welcome to my journey of painting. Welcome to my breath of expression. Feel not the art that once hid you from time—live within these pages, a welcoming place of hidden travelers. They vow to bring with them the unwritten words swiped from them at the time of their death.