Snowflakes piled in a ball on a limb exist for a brief moment at the whim of wind, temperature,

sun or passing animal. They put me in mind of the bits painted on my panels that exist briefly.

They exist long enough to stir a response in me, to touch something deep and of the spirit.

Maybe that is what the work is all about. These ephemeral bits that briefly exist before being

painted over or sanded. The final work is a sum of the more literal vessels and all the hidden

painting that may or may not be visible, but I know they are there.