I paint in my native language. It is the language spoken by the mouth of the tidal river, light in the lifting fog, dramatic, mesmerizing shifts in the landscape as the tides come in and go out, vast, empty western landscapes of winter white, …
All my life, the natural landscape has been my home, my grounding.
The horizon line is often a recognizable orientation in my paintings, and yet it is not the formal resemblance of the landscape that I am painting. I am not interested in simply painting how the world appears.
I am trying to capture and share the yummy mystery that occurs between us and the landscape. Sometimes the paintings are very close to how the world appears, sometimes they are less recognizable, yet no less real; abstracting experience from the context of the visible world to reveal it’s truth.
I paint in my native language .
It is the language spoken by the mouth of the tidal river,
light in the lifting fog,
dramatic, mesmerizing shifts in the landscape as the tides come in and go out,
vast, empty western landscapes of winter white,
the storms of winter- snow whiteouts, the loud silence of nighttime snowing,
dark, dark ominous skies,
haunting cracking sounds across a lake of black ice or an avalanche,
The glow of light under the wet canopies of a redwood forest.
The unpredictable weather of coastal Maine, which was a constant in my growing up, drew emotions out of me in a way no humans or words could ever touch. Experiences of beauty and terror and awe, many bigger than my body could integrate, were imbedding in my heart and psyche and schooling me in a language that has no words.
Painting these experiences now, as the earth is in such terrifying shifts, has become a kind of prayer to that which is constant: love, joy, fear and awe underneath this falling apart/ breaking open time we are living through.
Cypress Village Gallery District
39102 Ocean Drive Gualala, CA
Sea Ranch Lodge
The Sea Ranch, CA
P.O. Box 602 - Gualala, CA 95445
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