My first visit to the west coast was eye opening in an abundance of ways. As I was contemplating a new series in painting, I referred back to a bright yellow piece made for a close friend who has a particular affinity to yellow. The boldness of the color reflects nothing on how I feel two years later... I'm not upset about it, but perplexed.

Perhaps that's why I am on the search for colors. Like the water color studies shown below-- these reflect the studio floor of my cousin Mary, who allowed me to stay in her beautiful artist studio. Carrying around this moleskin was key to my visit. Anything I wished to remember, visuals I'd hope to never lose, I painted. Memory strips.