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"No heirloom of humankind captures the past as do art and language." — Theodore Bikel

Early morning light, resurrecting from night's dark tomb, quietly creeps in through sleepy wooden blinds shrouded in draped wrappings of flowing gauze.

Suspended from a wire hanger center stage, a ghostly back lit form dangles enveloped in the distinct scent of mothballs. Filtered light sweeps into the room painting shimmery reflections along oak polished floors, while the scene beckons like the moan of a fog horn in search of a traveler missing at sea.

This is heirloom lingerie worn by my maternal grand, or possibly even great, grandmother? I had only recently discovered the ruffled petticoat carefully tucked away in tissue in the attic, when to my total surprise, the camisole arrived in the mail unexpectedly from a sister who thought I should paint it. Who knows, perhaps these two pieces were once a matching set? I rejoiced at the thought of this family reunion.

"I am a graphic designer and contemporary impressionist oil painter of what I call, not-so-still life. Life never sits still; it is a living organism of energy and light spinning in perpetual motion. Energy extends beyond visual boundaries of shape to connect and dance with all that surrounds. My objective is a portrayal of the movement and sense of spirit. I find joy in simple ordinary things around me, and am fascinated by the play of light, shadow and reflections of color. I work in contemplative solitude to hear all that is being revealed by a subject. My paintings are painted wet-on-wet in bold loose brush stokes, laying down one delicious spot or note of color or tone of color, one next to another until they merge into a...