“Morning has broken…

As a child, looking, really looking at the paintings by my great grandfather George de Forest Brush

My grandmother taking me to The King and I on Broadway and seeing the intricate details of the costumes worn by the cast

Weaving through the paths of the Villa I Tatti while studying art in Florence

Going to the shore in Rhode Island and Maine and watching the patterns of the tides and the colors of the clouds as they faded into dusk

Appreciating early on the interplay of light, shape, and line in morning and evening throughout the seasons

Learning to reduce memories of scenes and experiences in oil and wax to their elemental essence

…like the first morning.”