I keep painting glasses of water, often the same glass of water. I was looking for an object so common, yet something so varied in meaning. There is of course the whole half full, half empty question, that all too common gauge of how a person looks at the world. I'm trying to avoid that thought. I see it more as a basic necessity of life, and then ask the glass of water how it feels about its situation. I don't expect the water to tell me. A glass of water has no voice or thought. It simply catches my thoughts like it catches the fleeting, ambiguous light.