Walking in Central Park, reflecting on a conversation with my daughters, feeling frustrated by not being able to communicate my emotions clearly, my insides hurt. I felt trapped in recognizing nothing in life is simple. Suddenly a new series was born. It was clear in my mind. Starting with black on one side and white on the other, I would write my emotions onto the canvas. Shards of plexiglass would be added to the top to allow the viewer to see their reflection in the grey – we can all get trapped.
It, of course, was not that simple. But the muse had struck.
