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I want my art to be a door to the hidden selves and invisible others that we glimpse partially, fleetingly, on the edges of the human community and in the glass as we pass swiftly.

 

These sketches and portraits offer a portal to realities we might ignore or touch only briefly, slightly.

 

Such an opening invites the viewer to stop, get acquainted, linger, with people living at the extreme limits of survival of the body, the mind, and of the self.

 

We wear the faces we have lived and relentless suffering forms the human face and body as no sculptor can.

 

To acknowledge suffering by the simple act of looking and seeing we can approach a place of acceptance of ourselves and others the way we are, perhaps glimpse compassion.

 

And who among us can move beyond to actually deal with a suffering person in a compassionate manner? To commit such an act would be to touch love.

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