almost suspended in the air of an old and dimly lit hotel room, the ambiance of
history floated down from the tops of the curtains to settle silently on the
plain and threadbare bed sheets. Secrets
held in the antiques that sparsely decorated the room whispered as I sat on the
edge of the bed. Through the eye of timelessness, the vision of a woman lying
on the bed, alone, gave me a sense of inner peace. A peace that I long for in the busy day to
day hustle of life. A peace that perhaps we all long for; a vision sifting
through the room to allow me to experience that peace for a moment in time, and
record forever on canvas.
the time I spent creating Alone, I
came to realize that what was being represented for me was a sense of being in
the space of solitude. This painting represents the difference between alone
and lonely. I felt no sense of isolation or sadness in the scene, nor in the
experience of the woman lying there. For me, it is an experience of comfort and
nurturing, a time of timelessness and restful freedom from all the stresses and
demands of the world outside her room.