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I believe that artists often get lost in their search for inspiration and subject matter. I have, in the past, become frustrated with my own search for the perfect subject. The problem, more often than not, was that the subject was so perfect; it was simply hidden in plain sight. As a result of one of those agonizing searches, I became acutely aware of the latent, sculptural qualities of seemingly simple and benign objects. I realized that I had become oblivious to the beauty of the simple form. I think most of us have. When isolated and carefully scrutinized, the folds of a piece of fabric become the focus of a magical, abstract image. Saturate that image with light and shadow and suddenly you have a study in sublime form.

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