Love Finds A Way

This morning I finished the painting you see above. It’s 30×20 inches and will hang opposite the entranceway to my studio here in Singapore. So everyone who comes in will see it. You can also catch a glimpse of the painting from the comfortable chairs in the lounge outside the studio.

I wanted something bold, bright and colourful to welcome me every morning when I walked into the studio, something that summed up little bit about how I feel working in this space.

After all, my hope is this studio will be a place where work and love collide.

See, I love my work. I love to walk into the studio on a Monday morning, power things up and get to it. I figure if you get to my age and you still hate Monday mornings, there is something horribly and tragically wrong.

I love making music, I love creating images and I love shaping words. Sure, I (try) to do it for money, but the truth is, I’ve done this all my life, more often than not for free and always because it felt like the most delightful thing to do with my time; because it felt right.

I also realise I can only do this work I do because of the love I’ve been fortunate to receive over the years. The care, nuture and protection afforded to me by my parents, who made so many sacrifices to give me a good start in life. The love (and patience) I receive from my spouse and daughter, as they put up with my travel, my forgetfulness and my constant need to create (often well into the night).

And, of course, this is only the start of it, because I’ve been blessed with plenty of love in between, with everyone who has loved my work, music, photography, writing or just simply been a good encouraging soul alongside me through life’s journey.

I’m no great painter, but I’ve poured what I know into this canvas. I hope it will say something to everyone who visits my studio and also to me every morning as I get down to work.

Because, ultimately, it’s all about love.