Art-making, and painting specifically, pulls at me with something described in Buddhist tradition as Mono-no Aware, the transience of life, or the ah-ness of things.

According to this view, the fact that life’s most precious moments are so brief and fragile makes them all the more intense, and bittersweet.

When I paint children deeply engrossed in sand play or the newly harvested color-drenched tomatoes from my husband’s vines, my own awareness deepens, and I am free to experience the exquisite beauty of change itself.

So, it is all about time, isn’t it? In painting, I am attempting to grasp the unattainable - time. But in that effort, I experience a sense of connection to that moment, to others, and to my own finite life.