And there it was, not some hob nobbin art critic from the New York Times or the LA Times, or the Chicago Tribune, but a five year old with vision and insight years ahead of his time. This boy was able to transcend art theory and in one glance, create....SHOOSH! "That is it," I said, "you get it, finally someone totally and in one word gets what my paintings represent.
The Story of Shoosh
Early mornings I pack up the car with a fresh palette of oil paint, jars of thinner and a few canvas, and head out into the landscape. Along my journey I meet up with cyclists, parents taking their kids to school, coffee drinkers, hotel managers, etc. As I sat under a Palm Tree painting a church, a father and his kids were playing in the wash emptying Tahquitz Canyon, to my back. I could hear them throwing rocks and doing fun things kids do. As they left the stream, the older boy, about 5 years old, asked his father if he could see my painting. I told the father it was perfectly fine. What happened next left me speechless. This young man gazed at my work in progress. A big smile swept across his face, he looked me right in the eye with complete understanding, he threw his hands up in the air and exclaimed,"WOW, your paintings have Shoosh!"