I’ve been doing art all my life, I just didn’t know it. Drawing feels like seeing, I thought everyone could do it. I’ve always had hobbies and projects where I would design, create and build various things; furniture, murals at school, architectural designs for homes and offices. It was always an avocation, not a profession. I never went to an art class until recently. My painting never really took off and became a passionate ongoing pursuit until 2014 following a psychoneurological treatment that allowed my brain to link seeing with emotion and feeling. To see and then feel other artists work was new to me. It opened a creative process within me. Their paintings were more than a mechanical illustration, they were a visual/emotional experience unfolding. All I wanted to do was paint. During a two week period following a treatment, I painted 12 paintings. I was able to get lost in webs, nets and layers of color. I drew lines and then reacted to them. I rarely had a preconceived plan. I applied paint by pouring, dripping and spreading. I rarely use brushes. I’ve experimented with color flow and formless movement. I’ve played with triangles of three dimensional form. Colors are placed side by side spontaneously. Each evokes a particular visual sensation accompanied by emotional tugs and pulls. Once it takes hold you have to yield to it and let the flow be a wave you ride to completion. It’s a serious thing that’s not really serious at all.