Despair in the face of the Climate Crisis is mollified through my work. The increasingly tragic dynamic on the planet feeds the immediacy of my expression as I transform the imagistic qualities that I understand from the three-dimensional forms of trees and plants into two dimensions. I base much of my work on photographs that I have taken during walks and hikes.
In the 1970s, I spent six months working within a class in which we questioned, analyzed, and redesigned ecologies that would fit into the future. We examined the impending exigencies and documented our proposals for their resolutions which we knew would be only temporary. We opened our minds and developed our attention to the life that was ahead.
In the 21st century, the tumultuous nature of my individual life has made an impact on how I spend my time and on what I focus.
I am building a language that would have never existed without being outside in a world that is an extension of my being. Even though I am working with a pencil/pen/paper-driven studio practice, my creative capacity combines the media into a novel means of communication where words do not possess a primary function but shapes floating on surfaces do.
It is my life’s purpose to do art. It always has been and always will be.
The energy I expend on making art radiates into the atmosphere and ever poetically expands into the molecules that are the universe from whence I was born.