All of my life I have been an artist… I am one who likes to engage with the world on many levels.
When I paint, I feel alive. Engaged. Challenged. I take comfort in my ability to become engrossed in the world around me through the process of painting. My commitment to my work requires me to be fearless, to have endurance, to be energetic and really present.
However, as a disabled artist, painting has always been a struggle for me. I cannot dismiss my experience and say that being disabled makes no difference. It does. It affects every aspect of my painting:
the speed at which I work (very fast), the format (big), the choice of materials (oils), where I go (always out) and how I get there (usually on foot).
Notwithstanding these difficulties, at the end of the day, I value most highly my enthusiasm for getting out and doing it, in all weathers,. I also highly value the big toe on my left foot as a tool for painting.
A close third comes my palette knife. Short, sharp and to the point.