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As a diagnostic radiologist, my profession has greatly influenced my art. Driving
home after work, having spent the day peering at black and white images, my
senses are overwhelmed at the world full of so many shades of colour. Every
glance outside my car window yields endless possibility. The stimuli strike me
relentlessly, and I start thinking of what sort of painting will I compose next?
What palette will I use? What will I include? What media will be suitable? The
questions are endless, but inspiring. I can’t wait to get started.
My canvas in front of me. With my brush in my hand, I start thinking about how
best to fill the vast, flat, white, empty canvas with a three dimensional form.
Again, contrast comes into play, like the black and white images at work. But
this time, I am the one producing something out of nothing, for someone else to
interpret and put together. My art will take over now, allowing me to use colour to
bridge the monochromatic pictures of my work. Carefully, and meticulously, I
begin. A brushstroke here, and one there. Steadily, I start putting it together,
mixing my colours and decorating the canvas. My mind races as I work,
sometimes slowing me down, sometimes propelling me forwards. Nothing about
what I do is random, and every decision must be made carefully. Eventually, the
painting takes shape and becomes complete, an image unto itself. I strive to
convey the viewer into the scene of my painting so they experience the scent of
my florals, hear the rustling of the leaves in my landscapes, feel the chill in my
snowscapes and hear the crashing of the waves in my seascapes. My process
similar to my previous painting, yes, but never the same.