So now , I make concentrated efforts to renew what comes so naturally to us when we are young . I listen . I watch . I travel . I read . I embrace solitude . I take classes and learn new skills in all of the arts and I soak in the silence of this beautiful place and try to let it speak for me . Traces of time marked , time left lying in the wax or in the grooves of skin is silent unless one listens , sees and learns .
Bittersweet Pilgrimage , encaustic on panel , 30 x 30 inches , 2015
Order and disorder come into play with this painting . My transplant to New Mexico was a pilgrimage I had to take for myself . A move this enormous is also bittersweet with the leaving behind of all that is familiar including people you love . The colors reflect the colors of autumn in the woods of Indiana while also giving me the color of the earth and the mountains of New Mexico . The grid starts and stops and is simply indicative of the continuing journey .