I woke up this morning in the heart of one of your paintings.
I am not an art expert, i don’t pretend to know about it- or feel qualified to suggest what makes art art.
I only know what i feel,
Without conscious thought of talking myself into it – i felt through all of the senses: the smells – sounds – tastes – as if id been there
sadness but not despair – the bright sun, colorful clothing on dark skin – life – hope
And where there are women – working, washing – cooking – carrying life, there is love and comfort.
I don’t even know how to show appreciation – but i need to thank you – to tell you that you have created something honest, bringing an awareness to us that life isn’t always a walk in the park
Thank you, thank you,
your art communicates in a language that is more than words, or expressions and inflections – your work picked me up out of a hot – indulgent, people packed park, and took me to the world you paint.
Peace, over you and your family