Someone famous said 'I can`t paint what I want, only what I would have wanted, had I thought of it first'. Yes, each painting takes on it`s own life no matter what is in the mind. When I was working in the Steigerwald National Wildlife Refuge last month, there was a place near the river that was pulsating gold. The wind was blowing and everything was moving. All of it yellow; grasses, trees and earth, with a morning blue mountain behind. It seemed ephemeral. Here I try to give form to feeling.