Artist Statement

I paint.

When I was little I spend a lot of time roaming on the edge of the woods. I tended a bird cemetery.

My mother, my mother’s mother tended the bird cemetery. How many mothers before me buried the dead?

Burying their unweight bodies, marking the grave with stone.

Digging and planting.

The first blue spring flowers adored the plot.

Nature is my golden teacher. I am in awe.

I see.

Rhythms

Patterns

Beauty

Here, I can be silent and still

Enough

To be

And Merge

The rain waters me

The ground feeds me

The trees breathe me

The earth grounds me

The wind kisses my face

I feel the swoosh of the big black bird flying by

That is why I paint