Tastes of it on my tongue … tutti frutti , color is becoming my language …liberating me with its; music , and spilling out of me like light .
A whole new series of paintings is pouring out of me with this glorious watery Grand Trine . Abstractions are their own language as well . We invent a world when we wander into an abstract piece of art . A world of invented place , space , and language . The nuance of color and shade says it all .