The other day, I walked into a gallery and saw one of my works unexpectedly. I was amazed! I marveled at its accomplishment. The painting had great presence. Although non-representational, it addressed profundity with unabashed clarity. It reached into the gut. It inspired the imagination. It challenged the intellect. It re-enforced – indeed, it celebrated – meaning in life. I thought to myself, “The artist who made this painting achieved the impossible.”

Although it was my painting, I knew it wasn’t really done by me. It was the product of the luck and coincidence that visited me. My successes were more a matter of serendipity than of skill. When something important happens to emerge through my hands, I can’t explain why or how. I just figure I was in the right place and time to serve as a conduit for forces larger than me.

– 6/27/2004