Timothy Foss

I skip the creaky top step to paint in secret in the early morning before my family wakes. On a dog walk the day before, I saw light come through a crabapple and took a picture. Life feels short and long at the same time. At my dining room table, I mark the paper with pastels or graphite somewhere between dawn and breakfast before I switch to making the school lunches. Leaving that flow state is the hardest part of my art practice. That’s how making art teaches me to grow the most. I look at it when I’m done to see how I’m doing. If you decide to own a piece of my practice, you support me, and I am grateful, and I hope the art also supports you to do your hardest work.