If it were possible to live the life of a woman in the early 1940’s I would be an adventurous painter back packing across the world with a pallet, brushes and paint. I would paint the beauty of the world and give back to the community by elaborating an image of the moment. Now in days, many do not live in the moment and take advantage of every minute by wishing it were better. By painting I can teach expression, confidence in what we want, and passion to revive what could be passed as so simple. The power of an artist is over looked, they can capture the most hidden sentiment in a look, a gesture and color, I believe it to be the most gracious of gifts. The current generation’s perception of life has drifted to a far more futuristic idea that we must make for the future, save for the future, all must be done now with a lack of enjoyment; but what is now without taking a moment to look at what we have, and with a painting you can see exactly where you are, and create whatever you wish to see tomorrow. Vision, passion, art. If I could paint a couple holding each other, or a mother with her daughter, a young man smoking on a bench and hand them the painting maybe in years to come they will remember their feelings and not look at it as just another day, but the day (blank).