I must have shown some talent as a boy, because a teacher once took
an oil painting of mine to put in a show and afterwards, kept it. My
mother took up painting when we lived in Hong Kong; she painted in
watercolors on silk. It was a Euro/Asian crossover style. She could
paint the feathers on a bird like nobody's business and make them shine.
I enjoy seeing my brushstrokes look like the brushstrokes of Winslow
Homer or Edward Hopper. I like the urban realism of John Register. At
some point during a painting, I'll think, "I'm afraid to do anything
more to this; I'll spoil it." One thing I have discovered is that if you
paint something, people will give it a longer look than a mere
photograph. People ask themselves, "Why did someone take the time to
paint this? There must be some beauty beyond the obvious." So the viewer
looks for significance in the painting. Any time people step back and
appreciate their own vision, it is a good thing.