The time I have spent working on art has amounted to thousands of hours during which I have often had the sensation that no time had passed at all even though the clock showed that hours had gone by. Someone once asked me what was the hobby I spent the most time on, and I said that it was Thinking. On reflection I realize that I mis-spoke. What I really spend the most time doing, even while I’m working or walking or driving, is Looking and Visualizing, a combination of looking at the world and allowing images to appear to the inner eyes. (Daydreaming?)
Every now and then I feel moved enough by one of those images—or haunted by it as if in a persistent dream–to give it form outside myself. I am moved to make a figurative window that is a product of the interaction between the world that stimulates my senses and the being that senses the world. I often conjure images from memory, so they inevitably evoke a particular character that is unique to my recollections and choices.
The Universe uses me as a means to draw aspects of itself. This is not ego, but its absence. Each of us sees with an awareness, and that is what we are. What we are is not thoughts about who we are, which is the ego. What we are is both what sees and what is seen.
Each artist has a unique gift to share: oneself and one’s experience of life. The life of an artist is like waking up in a place that is difficult if not impossible to escape. Thoughts about art, the intersection of images with experience, the making of art over years and years–all of these visit the day-to-day actions and the sleeping dreams of someone who chooses to be an artist.