Artist Statement

Part of making art is work. Trying to figure out what to do, what imagery is right, how to draw a form and so on. Part of it is more ethereal and (for me at least) is not verbal or even something I understand very well. I enter my studio each time like it is the first time. Whatever I have done previously eludes me. If I consider a piece good, I have no idea how I did it or how to do it again. I spend an awful lot of time flailing about.

Drawing for me is a sensual event, the feel of the mechanical pencil’s soft lead, or pen tip on paper. And I always look for a line that reflects that quality, roundness, and rhythm in the finished drawing.

I spend a lot of my time looking down. Sidewalks, pathways, and looking closely. (Earth sign, shy.) Have always felt much better being grounded in the small bits of the natural world there. It was only natural that those were the things I was drawn to as imagery. My focus is on something taken from that world which contains enough information, depth and volume for me to want to work with it.

When drawing I study, look, understand with my pencil how something is formed, adjust my work. Drawing is more outside myself than painting is for me.

The physical aspect of painting, both the holding of the brush and the moving paint around, and the painting a physical object, even if abstract, are what I find important. The line around something, encompassing it, the shading on the edge of a form giving it volume, the illusion of physical. The teasing out the essence of the thing, a poetic reference as opposed to a recreation of the thing.

Painting then is a grappling with the elements of form, structure. Color becomes a tool to evoke space or weight. I am no longer interested in delineating the forms, as while drawing, but allow for other things to enter the mix. The Unconscious plays there, humor. There is a tension between what I am looking at and where the painting is taking me. After so many years of working and looking, there are certain elements which resonate in me. These aspects are like an ancient memory held somewhere in my periphery which I am drawn to, long for, and managing to capture even a glimpse of them in my paintings brings me great pleasure.

I have recently been working with handfuls of soil which contain many different things. The shapes are universal, familiar, simple and are all in relation to each other, connected, yet separate.