STREAMERS and FLOATERS Painting

Growing up my family was always on the move. As an adult finding a place for myself became a calling. Outside my front door, plants perform everyday miracles, in full flower one day, withered the next. In the Bosque are large, craggy Cottonwoods, underfoot is a thick carpet of their teardrop shaped leaves. The river appears a twinkling gold through the dense brush. In New Mexico our changeable sky dwarfs all else. The clear blue can in an hour become a sea of thunderheads, deliverers’ of lightning. When the sun is low, a shadow world is created where the meanings of objects are altered. Shadows become doppelgangers for things and people I’m certain I know. In my re-purposed canvases, licks and daubs of paint from past images live on. I extend images out, onto my frames, and with imagination, to infinity. I also assemble canvases together creating work that is formally composed, yet spontaneous. In summary, I paint what I know well, my medium is my history and my inspiration is place.