I return to my favorite place, between the rains. When I paint here, with my muse, I simply sit with my love and communicate. People have asked why do I paint the same thing? My face probably screws up a little (I can't help it). I wonder, the same thing? The muse is the same... but it's not the same thing. It's not about her, it's about the air and the color vibration, she simply provides it. Did Rodin sculpt the same thing with Camille? Did Andrew Wyeth paint the same thing in his Helga series? Staying with a muse frees me. She inspires me and allows me the dialogue with the painting rather than painting her.