A fellow artist once commented to me that this was the scariest part of the process: starting with a blank canvas in front of you. I don’t find that to be true for me. There is something about starting over that feels rejuvenating. I actually love those first strokes of paint: the possibilities are endless, mistakes made on the last painting can be corrected, hope for a better voice this time pushes me to gesso up another one. It helps me to think of my work as a continuum. Each painting is a part of the creative process in which each piece will tell me something about myself and my own particular aesthetic. I pull the best aspects from previous pieces, steal from myself and apply them to the next canvas. I love this process because it’s not about the finished piece. There comes a point where you can’t do any more to a painting. It tells you when to move on. I love that.