My current life as a professional artist is an accident.  I did not plan it.  But it's what I now do and it fits.

I started my professional life along a more conventional vein.  After engineering school, I was an engineer for various companies on the US mainland.  Life was the regular professional one.  Work, friends, yard, church, home, some vacation adventures.  Not necessarily in that order.

Twenty years later, I left.  Took up God's invitation to go for a walk. 

Now I live in Wailuku, Maui.  Went back to art which is always a love affair in life.  God's gift.  That I finally took seriously and started the work of finding out what I want to say and do.  Never attended art school.  But live the art of living simply and in doing so, just do. 

Batik is the natural choice.  I grew up with it.   It's my cultural heritage.  Was taught the old style of batik art as a kid.  Never dropped it even through my engineering years.  Facing it as an adult, I went at it with the intention of creating some of the finest batik art there is anywhere.   In doing so, hopefully I may one day be recognised for advancing this heritage to a new height.  But of course, you the audience is the judge of this.

All my batik are done the old school method.  Always on fabric.  Always dyed through with fabric dye.  Either a cold water reactive dye fixed in a soda ash solution.  Or a silk dye fixed with a silk fixative.   A narrow dye set focused on mainly 3 yellows, 2 reds, 3 blues and a black.

And then wax of course.   Mainly parafin wax.  No color in the wax.  Not encaustic here.

The waxing is the meticulous part.  Always with a chanting so I can control the flow of the hot wax.  This is the part that creates the image.  The finer the control, the better the image.  Each piece of wax creating a mosaic of the color of the cloth that the dye process left.  Essentially, I build a mosaic of colors with molten wax by reserving pieces of colors.

I rarely work following a photograph.  I may start with one but very quickly put it away as the dye processes start.  I much rather interpret what I know of the subject than to reproduce a copy with my art.

Along the way here in Maui, I came across oil with the palette knife.  I am never interested in painting oil with a brush.  But the palette knife is a fascination to me.  Something about that straight metal edge spreading the colors in completely unexpected manner leaving a colorful piece of delight to me.

All my years of doing interpretive work in batik finds a freedom in oil with the palette knife.  I am still building mosaics of colors.  I learn to understand what the oil wants to do.  I also learn what I can get the knife to do.   I learn when to be fast and when to slow down and let the oil rest on the hardboard.   And I build mosaics.  Of fun colors.  Each piece bearing its own unique coloration. 

All from a fairly narrow palette of mainly single pigment colors.  Again my years in coloring batik carries into my choice of oil colors.  Mainly 2 yellows, 3 blues, 2 greens, 2 reds.  Titanium white.  A purple.  As with batik, a simple technique of swiping color mixes.  A piece at a time.  Then an image appears.   Embellished with the impasto texture.

Simplicity that hopefully creates artwork that can convey a certain joy.  The joy of aloha.  The joy of enjoying God's good love.  The completion in being loved by the Almighty.