When I was young I took a vow to live life devoted to beauty; what I soon discovered was that art was a way to explore authenticity, using composition, line, shape, and color to tell stories. Whether I am working on landscape, figurative painting, dream images, or pop culture collage, I am mirroring some part of the life in which we are all participating.
In my work I use materials found or at hand, whether they be sewing patterns, fabrics, trims, sticks, stones, nails, seed pods, rusty tools, scraps of canvas, bones, old jewelry, typography, magazines, dog collars, vegetable seeds, as well as traditional paints and pastels. Repetition and pattern are the core of my visual imagery.
I believe our true wealth lies in the land on which we plant our feet and grow our food and that this should be protected above all else.
After several years I have stopped grieving so much for my husband and the big yellow dog; instead, my sorrow has become much bigger as it flows like a river into the bigger ocean of all things that are broken, wounded, lost, and never coming back. The forests, the wildlife, the precious landscapes will be the focus of my work from here on in as I continue exploring this gorgeous, sweetly sad world we live in.
“I stood, alone, and the world swayed.
I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.”