ainting is a critical mass that yields an outcome and a tangible result of my existence. I started painting because in my early twenties half my face became paralyzed in the blink of an eye leaving me literally unable to blink my right eye. This lasted for three months gradually improving but on occasion I look in the mirror and see my reflection as it was 7 years ago and feel the emotions that brought me to art. These are a selection of works categorized by the periods by which they were painted along with some notes about each piece. The list is continually growing just as we all do and I’m happy to share some stories with the world.