I understand that there was a time when people expected art to hold their attention. It wasn't just decoration. It was chosen to be lived with. Part of everyday life.
Long before television filled our evenings, a new issue of The Saturday Evening Post would arrive.
People didn't just glance at the cover.
They looked.
Norman Rockwell's paintings invited you to stay awhile.
A child's expression.
A dog waiting nearby.
A quiet exchange between family members.
The longer you looked, the more you noticed.
I think that's why those paintings have stayed with us.
Not because they were extraordinary.
Because they helped us see the ordinary.
Those are the kinds of paintings I hope to make.
Not something you understand in five seconds.
Something you come back to.
Something that quietly reveals another small detail every time you walk by.
A child's bare toe.
Soap bubbles and shadows.
A dachshund watching from across the way.
The gentle way two people lean into each other.
Those moments I never grow tired of discovering and capturing in brushmarks on canvas.
What painting has ever made you stop and look a little longer?