Galloping horseback. Pursued by a wild bull at 17,000 feet elevation; I’m just 2 hours South of Quito. Entranced by the Andes, at full stride I ascend the eastern flank of the Parque Nacional Cotopaxi. My windstorm of momentum is halted by the contact with intimate eyes that suspend me deep in my creative conscious. The pack of wild horses spooked and I gave chase to indulged enticement. This is why I create.
My work is a celebration of moments in time. I revel in conflict amid conviction. Resolution is found in the creative process. Texture becomes solution, color stages revolution. Raw emotion invites me to the canvas. Strokes are felt long after the brush is laid to rest. I check the canvas for a pulse and dig the vibrations. -JRO