Finding a source to let your rawest emotions bleed through...
sitting alone in silence as your fingers explore notes that will remind you of then...
tugging on the strings as the echoes of yesterday bring her back...
I paint, yet I can feel the same experiences that a guitar player feels
when
your searching for the moment, find it, and lay it out for all to hear/see.
Welcome to my tribute to the guitar...
Painting on shaped wood is not as simple as people make it out to be.
I
paint to express something, but to apply it to someone's own instrument of voice becomes
tricky...lets
just say, I can hear the song as I play along.
I need to thank ec, fender, lee and a host of others who challenged me...
I'm
forever grateful...
