September 2016: Secrets
Paintings come from strange and secret places, on occasion taking me by surprise. More than once I have stepped back to look at a completed canvas and wondered...who painted that?
When I first read Virginia Woolf and became an ardent admirer of her work, I was too young, too rebellious to appreciate the seed she planted in my soul. She fed my ambition. She illuminated the barriers in my way. I carried an old and beat up paperback with me everywhere, a talisman, a rosary of dogged determination.
As a woman now of a certain age, I feel less need to explain myself, but I do have secrets, and finally, I do have that room of one's own. Someday soon I am going to learn to close the door.
Thank you, Connie and Pat Burns, long-time friends and generous collectors of my work. Pilgrim Spring belongs in Natchez amid the tulip blooms, and especially in your own elegant, art-filled home.