Neil Jussila

In the Classical Tradition: Maternal Themes

I remember, Ann, dancing through the leaves    Oil on Canvas, 26x34


I write poetry in the vernacular of luminous color, line and edges - in a process that leads to discovering significant equivalents to visceral sensations. When a discovery is made the work is finished.

A pretty woman once stopped me to say she would give anything to get out of her uptight, little life to throw paint around like you, Neil. Her comment ended-up becoming what I believe in.