Previous Page above, Treble, oil on cradled panel, 30” x 30” This Page, above, Eden’s Rose, oil on canvas, 48” x 60”
There is a hidden narrative I was told somewhere along the way, that nature is a pristine ‘other’ which only thrives when I am not near. I want to tell our children a different truth. That nature thrives inside them and the wind longs for them to dance. An entire world ebbs and flows in response to our movement. We are part of a symbiotic web where all of our actions have repercussions for the pulse of life around us. The rocks at our feet hold our memories. Of course, they are treasures collected by little hands. The sublime sits unnoticed in our daily lives and waits for us to hold our breath in wonder. My paintings are wistful love stories. They are attempts to honor the spaces carved
by our sorrows and the mundane objects that are filled with our joy. I am always amazed how a painting that is kindled from my meager recollection, grows and shifts to become something greater than I am. The work is redefined by the stories written on the hearts that view it.
