Artist's Statement

When pondering the question, Who am I?

I think to myself,

“I am first an artist . . . then a human being, a husband, a father,

a friend, a lover, a teacher, an American, a Jew.”

“Really?” you ask,

and I answer, “Yes, really.”

“But what type of artist are you?”

“A painter, of course. A landscape painter.”

For the earth’s landscapes brighten my darkest caverns

They are the beating of my heart

and their glorious colour is the stuff I breathe

Raging rivers are my life’s blood

Fields of flowers feed me

Twisted trees and mountain meadows heal my deepest wounds

They are like midwives

continually ushering me

into sunsparkled mornings

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