With wax , for as long as the piece exists , you have the ability to pull back to earlier layers . One of my favorite pieces , Red Tulip , has seven layers with 33 specific objects or items that can be scraped back to expose . My intent was to scrape back to most of them , but once I had the top layer appied and scraped back to the red tulip , my heart told me the piece was done . Only I , and now you , know that there are other items below the surface .
You know that memory you can ’ t get rid of ? The one that makes you hesitate just when you long to move forward ? The one that makes you question love , friendship , trust , and in the dark times even life itself ? I take the thought in my brain and connect it with the feeling in my body and let those together flow into my hands and into the brush and into the paint and onto the canvas where it becomes a cohesive piece of art . In the process , that ugly memory is transformed into something beautiful , mystical and universal . And it means I can move onward with self confidence in friendship and love and life .