Always the melted-star movement of water, the path seducing with promises of a narrative ride, possibly a perfect ending, maybe a walk through fields of magic— and the shadows of trees, the music of leaves, the furry blur of grasses in abundance… all of this has always overridden my intellect and simply taken up residence in my brain. For the kid who grew up carrying home tall stacks of science fiction books from the library and lay on hillsides reading, it’s no wonder that these places have strange inhabitants. The paintings come from places I’ve been to, places I’ve read about and places that exist only in my imagination, periodically overlapping and collage-ing themselves. They are portraits of my eyes treasures, my broken hearts, my stories that have no words and the unexplainable bliss of the ocean moving toward you and away. Sometimes they have odd characters like bits of personality gone AWOL and sometimes they are purely themselves.
My landscapes often have the most emotion per glob of paint. Somehow the images have enough breathing room to absorb every feeling I harbor— as though they know they are always larger than I— and a good thing, too.
All images will enlarge & many have stories