As a professional psychoanalyst, I use my own creations to study myself. Inside that self is a song. Veiling the song are layers of the unconscious available to be explored by line and color – a thing that I am able to do for beauty’s sake. I regard training in that exploratory process to be my highest calling, for by training I find light. By the light I find joy, and by joy comes intoxication. It is the seduction of that intoxication that takes me away.
And the paintings? They are but the imprint of my kisses left upon the joy that flies. It is a thing William Blake called “The Winged Life.”
Into that life I have disappeared. I only come out for romantic things, which of course, is why I went in.
Dewayne Kenneth Phillips