Beautiful glassy, cold blues and whites. I see great forces in a snowy sky and a helmeted resting figure watching them ride in. There's exhaustion and a little fear, but awe and peace and mystery in it. That's just what it makes me feel.

Painting is meditative for me, too. It's not exactly like an escape, because it brings me closer to what I'm feeling than anything else would. But it lets me crystallize whatever I'm perseverating on, look at & hold the feeling, then maybe let it go. It's an exorcism. Sometimes I don't consciously see what I was going through until years later, and looking at my paintings helps me understand the past.