flapping the flappers

I really don't know if other artists dream in images and movement like I do...

painting in progress

over and over, I kept seeing this winged figure, sometimes it's animated, trying to get off the ground but anchored by these long elastic root-structure legs.

Ever since I was a kid, I saw art in my mind's eye, almost like a haunting...
and the only way it floats away, is if I explore it, create it, talk about it or write about it.  I'm pretty sure this is what forced me into being an artist.
For me, the quest has always been "how do I translate these things"
It's been like living with a non-stop movie screen under my eyelids.  I often wonder how many other people out there both suffer, and feel blessed with similar burdens.
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the middle of the night doodle

While I'm creating works like these I sometimes analyze the image, or the thought behind the image, and it's symbolism or metaphorical nature.  I think this is definitively a case of having wings and not being able to use them...stuck to the ground (or psychologically) grounded.  yup.
​I would really like to frame by frame animate this image as well,
adding that to my "to-do" sketchbook pile for winter!

Come by and say HELLO at my summer studio residence!
Open visitor hours through July while I work away at new paintings, make prints and monotypes and pace around hoping you love my art as much as I do!

10 School Street - The Old Fire House
(backside, wooden stairs, white door)