In sorting through some old artwork left at my mothers I found this piece that I did while in High School. Recently I have been talking to a very good friend of mine (Anna Wakitsch) about art styles. Through all my classical training I have decided that it is boring. My re-occurring urge to use colour keeps sneaking up on me. And accidently, while working on a landscape--I decided to leave out all the fussy stuff and just whack down a bunch of colours. Basically I was getting eaten alive in the midst of a forest on a day where I remembered my sun tan lotion but forgot my bug spray-typical! Anna and I were discussing leaving an art style behind. I fear that if I stop drawing real stuff and just do large colourful shapes--that I could never go back....and what if 20 years from now I want to do that sort of stuff? Would my eyes get lazy...like an oversized pair of pants and just fall off?? But then again I believe that everything happens for a reason--my painting just colours is the creative side trying to speak to me....or maybe next time I just need to remember my bug spray?