“Cap d'Antibes, Phare”

As I painted manically trying to catch the rapidly dying evening light on this beautiful scene in Sept., 2001, I subconsciously caught bits of the conversations around me that kept referring to America, New York, Washington, a third world war, disaster, and other such evocative terms. It shocks me that I was so far down into the creative zone that I didn't connect the words enough to ask what had happened. I had never realized how very deeply I concentrate when I paint. It was only at dinner later that I found out the terrorist attacks had just occurred. The remainder of my painting trip was markedly subdued after that day.