Excerpt from artist statement
Sometimes when waiting or taking a walk, I’ll see things that could become paintings. It’s in these types of transitory spaces, either going somewhere or waiting for something that the mind has a chance to awaken and become aware. Driven by repetition of daily actions, driven by boredom, the eye begins to search out things for the mind to play with.
We have this ability to transform innate objects whether they are icons or weathered walls and give/impose meaning to them. Something happens between seeing an object as it is and translating it in our minds. Our minds are always quick to give meaning to things. So much unknown is buried inside us. We lie on the grass and watch birds, hidden faces and mountains emerge from the clouds. In the clouds we create our own myths and legends, our own sense of wonder, darkness and hidden destinies. Our minds are constantly working. Everything rests just at the tip of the tongue.
The paintings themselves become markers of a journey that has passed.
In a sense they are waiting, lying dormant for something or someone to come along and encounter them… to read them, to see them and bring them back to life.
