Love and fantasy, go hand in hand.
I've always painted pictures in which human love floods my colors.
When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.
Color is vibration like music; everything is vibration.
Great art picks up where nature ends.
Can my words distill for you a little sweetness, tender and caressing?