Fields Painting

a southern transplant to the west coast /abstract landscape painter/wife and mother My commitment to painting comes in protest of being caught in the storm. It’s a way for me to search for beauty in solitude and meaning and relationship. In what appears to be randomness, the meeting is planned and executed with structure and purpose. To paint beauty is to oppose tragedy, to oppose illness and death in bursts of color, recesses of deep canyons, fields of vines and palm trees over little red houses. It’s not a new promise but it’s my promise to me for renewal and new beginnings. It’s my road trip to discover the sun peeking through dark clouds at the end of the road.