Something wakes me up out of my day to day thinking, the outline of a shadow, or a story a friend is telling with vivid images, or maybe a movement in the trees. And it creates an imprint on my memory that doesn’t shake off. Over and over I see this image until finally there’s time to paint it. Some images I’ve had for years, I’ll never get to them all. The ones that make it to the board or canvas are precious and rare. I can finally share it with other people which brings a lot of happiness.