I am always intrigued by the paradoxes that reveal themselves in the studio when I take time to notice them. For instance, I've realized that when I restrict my palette, I often feel that my muse is set free. And when I decide to turn to "the dark side," I am contradictorily filled with laughter and light. I am sometimes at my best when I feel my worst and when I allow myself to believe that the end result is of no consequence, I produce work that is anything but inconsequential. Such are the delights of late, here in the warming, blooming air of spring. I bend to my sketchbook, caught up in the quiet act of creation and from my tools, creatures are born. They are filled with shadow and yet sometimes arrive bearing a shy smile and a pink balloon. Hello there, wee beastie...welcome to the world.