My exhibit at the Bert Gallery opens on Tuesday. It’s a large exhibit for me, 16 paintings, 3 or 4 years worth of work. I’m not nervous, just a bit curious how they might be received.
My paintings are a fractious family, a room full of only children vying for attention. When I dropped them off a few weeks ago, Cathy Bert described the chaotic scene as a riot in the front room and a revolution in the back. In a weird way, that makes me proud.
My paintings don’t look alike. Years ago, someone told me that my paintings don’t look like they were painted by the same person. I’m not sure if that’s true anymore, but each painting certainly has a personality of its own.