All my life I have gone outside to meander home.  It is the source of my work and the place where I can leave behind being ‘in’ nature and instead become a ‘being of’ nature. In this zone the external landscape and my internal experience of the forces of nature are inseparable. And I am blessed with fleeting revelations of the fierce beauty of being alive. A seed of mystery is planted.

Later, in the time and space of my studio, I am like a gardener harboring a seed’s hidden growth. Only, I am an artist in a love affair with the alchemy of paint. Constructing, painting, sanding, and scratching back, a story emerges from the layered history of the painting. When the seed has established its roots in the dark and shoots become visible in the light, my creative process slows down. It is a time to visually listen, and through contemplative pruning, find the final gestures that keep the painting alive, vital and sensuous.

returning to my first playground

returning to my first playground