The paintings are also voices. They tell stories and ask questions. They educate and entertain and encourage. Sometimes in a whisper, at other times they scream.

Some of them are perfectly still while others animate to  amuse an audience. They are alive with presence and dead to no one.

Sometimes they sing, sometimes they weep. They are always truthful and authentic. They never apologize. They have secrets and they know love. They do not age, instead, they become more established and precious.

They are never pretty yet, they are are always far beyond nice. Their beauty is that of yugen. They exist because they can.

The paintings are voices.