From the beginning I knew that realistic representation did not interest me, so, I embraced any chance I had to move me away from realism. Searching for “my way” I pushed myself in new directions that seemed promising. Improvising instantly rewarded me. I discovered it, enjoyed it, and took time to reflect on it. Why had it attracted me?
It brought up my memory of Chinese ink paintings on paper (Xie-yi) which are mostly done as improvisations. I then understood that my acrylic paintings were an unconscious adaptation of what I saw, learned, and felt in China. Only now, with a more seasoned perspective, I see this link which I was not aware of earlier. As I am thinking back of my painting experience in China, I want to embrace my teachers for the treasure they passed to me. Thank you!