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To assemble my paintings, I select from the endless supply of visual relationships existing in the world -- all swapping stories of shapes and colors. I like to keep an eye on things. For example, my investigation of a sense of place revealed rooms of architectural rhythms. I found vertical, horizontal and diagonal lines converging to form white columns -- symbols of purpose and permanence in an otherwise fleeting existence. I came to the building late in the day. The sun fiercely poured its rays onto the planet's crust like a majestic oven. The hot sunbursts forged the intervals of light into pie-shaped columns covered in white meringue. My eyes filled to their limit with warm light. I painted the flaring red, orange and yellow spangles with layers of warm, cadmium colors. This painting won a top award in a national exhibition. City National Bank purchased the painting.
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