A Beginning, of Many.
Fluttering as an animated jewel, this Being moves from bright orange to soft pink to brilliant yellow. Does she think, “Zinnia. I love zinnia nectar”? She is elaborate and gorgeous. Her life span as butterfly is quite short, is that state a reward for her experience in the cocoon, turning to soup and reassembling as this glorious thing? Or does metamorphosis even have a reward?
I am an artist, not a scientist. My language isn’t of the academic, the scientific, or even of the art world. My language is of life, love, observation, Recovery, personal growth, and unlimited creativity. I step out of my past into this right now, my bejeweled moment.
My paintings evolve from experience, at times shedding, at times mining the past. Full of movement and drama they are a pathway to a deeper quiet. I work in acrylic usually, utilize materials at hand such as recycled papers, cardboard, bargain house paint, inks, and mark-making implements. Usually the work evolves on a panel, occasionally on canvas. Of course, tomorrow may nullify this recent description, and of course, I am open.
