Steel and glass surround me, replacing the sights and sounds of nature. It is a startling transition, jumping between environments dominated by masses versus ruled by Mother Nature. This contrast is amplified by painting, writing, and creating as you straddle these realms. My synapses sharpen as I am, now, deep into a cycle of looking, interpreting, drawing and emoting. Painting trips have a rhythm like a drum beat. They begin tentatively, gathering steam and assuredness as they grow. This is the seventh painting on this trip and I am beginning to get my groove on.