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Still standing after a cascade
of turbulent events, I find myself exhilarated each time
I step into my painting studio. No matter how critical the
surrounding circumstances, the act of painting sustains
me. I don't know if the last shoe has dropped, but I'm moving
forward with paintbrush in hand.
My paintings are inspired by organic forms
found in nature, linking visceral experiences to larger
universal themes. Through painting, I can convey my tumultuous
feelings about transition, loss, and time passages, about
memory and hope. I wonder about what happens to life energy
after someone vital dies, while reflecting upon what happens
to those left behind.
My recent work has been informed by several
sources — my encounters with color bands embedded in rocky
seaside formations at Pt Lobos, CA and the Olympic Peninsula,
WA: ribbons of seaweed pulsing through tide pools; freshwater
kettle ponds of Cape Cod; and views from airplane windows.
Each source alters my perceptions of what's above and below
the surface.
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