A couple weekends ago while in Richmond, Virginia, my family and I spend Mother’s Day at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. For whatever reason, that Sunday, that particular museum visit (this was not my first by far), I had a sort of spiritual awakening. I have yet to fully unpack what happened to me at VMFA, but I am certain that the world of art and supporting the artists around me are now more of my mission than ever before. It was some kind of profound turning point.
These are the art pieces that captured my heart. I especially enjoyed the Pop Art exhibit and the private collection of Sydney and Frances Lewis, who have an incredible story and history of art acquisition and artist friendships.
My love for cities is a constant source of inspiration. It’s been this way since I was a child. On our many family road trips, I would request that my parents wake me up when we drove through a city in the middle of the night. Their grandeur always widened my small eyes.
Elements of urban life can always be found in my work and creations. As an artist, I’m inspired by the gold and silver gleam of tall building windows and the neutral palette of gray, cream and black concrete and stone. I’m incredibly inspired by the color and irreverence of graffiti and neon.
The particular city makes no difference to me, neither does the continent. They all speak to me. London, Paris, Rome, Hong Kong, Berlin, Buenos Aires, Sao Paulo, St. Petersburg, New York, Chicago, Tokyo…