I’ve never really stopped painting, but painting moved into a private place in my life about 20 years ago. In fact for a while, I was almost downright secretive about it. I kept my studio door closed. Apparently I had some things to work out.
One of those quiet whispers, the kind that we so often brush off, led me to apply for the market this past spring. Eep! I got in. And now I find myself preparing for a show for the first time in two decades. Exfrightening is where it’s at.