As we rode the cable car to the top, the mountains unfolded before us. Mont Blanc is fantastical and magical in every way. We based ourselves in Chamonix for a few nights, camping under the stars.
The mountains felt alive and free
With every painting, it feels like a push to the edge of what’s possible, as if we’re on a journey. And in many ways we are, every time.
Chamonix, France… admiring the view
Every trip begins with a speck of thought
It’s hard to separate what paintings to sell and which to keep… I love them all. Do I paint for myself, or do I paint for others? I feel there’s more freedom when I paint for myself first… it exposes the true soul. To be held back in any way is a crime. Any unnecessary confusion is not wanted in this space. Only pure intentions and a sharp focus. Only then will the truth become art. This piece will stay with me.