I make many mistakes when I paint. And it is often through these ‘errors’ the gift of seeing, or knowing, comes. It is only after I have made a mistake that revelation of what is, or what needs to happen, becomes clear. It is through the struggle and surrender to these mistakes, in the effort to find where I need to go, that I discover the way. A way. And it is often a painful process. Relinquishing ideas, concepts, preferences, attachments – to things all good and worthwhile in themselves, but often inconsequential for fulfillment of what the painting is choosing to reveal. And so I have learned to paint with respect. With patience. With forbearance. And faith. Lots of it. And a growing