There is a
mystery in my family involving Japan, my grandfather who I never met, and his
children by his third wife, a Japanese woman he met during the American
occupation of Japan after World War II.
Somewhere in the world, I have Asian cousins. My mom has Asian siblings.
She also has her own memories of living as a young child in occupied
Japan and a few Japanese treasures bestowed upon her by her father who died too
young. Is it any wonder that when I
create art purely out of my head, this lifelong mystery flows out onto the
canvas?