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We live in a world of digital mirrors.   Where artworks are displayed on high resolution screens, duplicating a hollow magic.  Perhaps the only way to differentiate the real from the hollow is indeed Texture.  Like the lines in our smile - the scars from childhood adventure.. texture is the reminder of how depth filled our life is.


Texture Created by Layer upon Layer of Historical Bookpages, paint, sometimes oil, sometimes acrylic, brushes worn with age, the touch of fingertips, objects of love, and longevity, revealing the precious nature of moments. 


sometimes created over days, sometimes months, sometimes years- just as our lives, the hardships and pain creating beauty.  The intentional shaping us as much as the unintentional, a clamor of chaos which becomes our life symphony.

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