Art finds me when I am still and don't live on the shimmering surface. I paint. It's a constant desire. My painter's eye never closes; my painter's mind never stops painting; I absorb every moment as an artist.
What is in the depths is overwhelming to me - the truth that life is hard and still we flourish, that other people's pain hurts us all, and that what looks like progress can destroy.
Although my paintings leave a first impression of beauty and repose, their core subject matter reflects the anger and astonishment I feel over past and present injustices against humankind (Native American genocide, slavery, Iraq). I turn to nature and beauty for solace in a harsh world. Similarly, the calligraphy found in much of my work acts as a calming, meditative practice. These elements provide a safe haven for my mind.
I strive to make paintings that confront and counter deeply disturbing human conditions with a passionate espousal of love, like the most beautiful music or performances that bring one to tears.
I paint with gouache on large pieces of paper. Sometimes my children help me with my work, mixing colors, drawing an animal, or suggesting a flower or type of creature. Journal writing and sketchbooks are important to the finished work, the text that appears on the paintings having originated in the journals.
Somewhere I read that life would be a straight shot to death were it not for the spiral of life. If my life spirals with experiences and expressions of truth, joy and love, held in my paintings, then I will have really lived. May the quest never end; may the attempt never fail; may nature always triumph.