This is may be my favorite piece that I have ever painted, well at leased tied with the top ones. I think the art historian in me likes this one. This one is called “The Precious Present”. Most might just see a mess or a bunch of colors or lines and scratches. I see a story and energy and emotion and pure joy. That is what I was feeling when I painted it. See, pieces like this can be, but shouldn’t be judged. My intent was never to represent anything. Most people don’t like creative projects like that because they make them uncomfortable. Uncomfortable isn’t bad. I would say it just needs to be explored. Art is not meant to be an identical copy of life. We have cameras for that. Art, good or great art, is meant to be an interpretation of life. At least that is how I see it and how I choose to create it as well. And as a recovering perfectionist, I can confirm the journey to this conclusion has been a true journey in every sense of the word. I was taught to value perfection, image, and perception above all else, but the funny thing is, I don’t and I never have. Letting the beliefs of others go that I held so dear has been one of the most freeing and rewarding things in this life, my life to date. This painting reminds me of all of that. It doesn’t hang in our home, but will soon be hanging in the home of someone very near and dear whom I know will maybe always need the reminder too.