I’m looking out my studio window at the mostly grey reality. The cherry blossoms have not yet blossomed so there isn’t much colour or nature in my view… Other than a small strip of grass next to the sidewalk, I can see buildings and roads and cars. Even the sky is grey today.
So I create my own reality here in my studio.
That’s the beauty of art. It has the potential of transporting you to another, more brilliant reality. It makes you question what you see and experience; what is real and what is imagined…
Sometimes I prefer to live in my imagination. It’s a dream world where stories morph from one into the next and anything is possible.