For the last several years, art making has been replaced by other things. Some visual artists who were isolated at home during the Covid epidemic made more art. I made less, much less. Nothing during that time made any sense to me and so I spent many, many hours watching television just to get through it.

I read a novel recently where someone described what “petit morts” or little deaths are and how they happen along the way to the final ending. I realized that my life, without art and travel and so many of the things I used to love had become a series of “petit morts”. It had been such a long time between painting every day, which I had done for years until now that I was afraid to start again. this is a journal of sorts to document my rebirth as a creative person, painter, writer and maker of things. I hope you will travel along with me and maybe be inspired to begin again.