To the developed mind, whimsy is often striking. Colors that ooze out from behind eyes, washes and drips of ideas. One is found inside a painting, looking out and questioning the world from inside the swirling splashes of color and stark simplicity of the brush strokes. My ideas come quick and leave me even more quickly, with a little patients, I’m leaning to catch them on the tip of my brush and pin them down to canvas or board before they escape me. I am not trying to change the world, just create moments were a person interacts with an image and finds themselves… in whimsy.