Falls in Winter (2015)
beauty in my heart, but as a vibrant changing
environment.
I want to explore, learn, love and push color
around in a more exhilarating liberating way, the way
it exists in what I see. Colors: cool, warm, light, dark,
kinetic by their very nature and the light that affects
it. The colors you see when you really look are
amazing. They are not a single color; but rather a
compendium of colors caused by light, shape, and
movement. I was talking to someone yesterday who
frequents Ireland and expressed by memory the
breathtaking richness of the greens there. I had never
seen green like that. Her response was that there are
about 147 greens in the landscape there. Imagine. I
want to celebrate color while celebrating the
landscape. Not to the exclusion of composition, not to
the exclusion of bringing the landscape to the viewer,
I just want to present it, reflect it in this way. I know I
am not celebrating the beauty of the landscape as
some artists do, but I am celebrating its life, its
energy, the feel and excitement I get from seeing it.
Yes it is a different way of looking and seeing, but it
is me, now. And I choose to celebrate it in and
through painting. After all, it is my process.
If I were a musician, perhaps I would use sound
to respond or with poetry if I was a writer; but I push
paint... And that is enough for me, in fact, more than
enough.
Making art is a challenge – one, I expect that will
last my lifetime; even though I know my work and
response to that challenge, but time will change that.
In fact, my work is/will keep changing to a degree,
but I think my mark will forever exist. I do not
expect I will ever go back to tightly rendered
images… but who knows…?
My work is a process. Art is a process for the
artist, and I say artist loosely because it changes to
some degree dependent on the kind of art and your
intent. It is joyful, frustrating, obsessive, and
compulsive all at once. I need to paint. Period. I lose