Walk through any large city and inevitably you will find a place so filled with shimmering lights and color as to make a medieval monk weep. We are of course, not generally so moved emotionally by the sight. If we could strip away all of the crass messages of capitalism and see with the pre-literate eyes of a child, perhaps we could see how the night shines. These colors sparkle like a stained glass cathedral, but they offer no messages of salvation, only salivation.

In the Studio:

This painting was challenging due to the depictions of neon lights, and all of the lights collecting together. Many times through the process I would add another glaze of color thinking it would be sufficient, only to find it still was not as bold as I wanted. There was a push and pull between adding enough darkness to let the light shine and having enough light to depict my vision. Careful use of many techniques including some sprayed paint come together for this symphony of color.