I enjoy imagery that occurs naturally, undisturbed or edited. My artwork expresses creativity absent of prejudice and sadness. Creativity is a personal expression of the intersection of experience and imagery. I love the the process of art. There is a playfulness of the materials, he inevitable happy accidents and consequential modifications that I express colorfully and with grit.
As I reflect on my present love for nature it is important to note that, as a child, I spent many days in nature. I had a favorite creek, a favorite path in the woods near my rural home. My father was a creative man. I recall the furniture produced in his wood shop, his care for the garden, yard and flowers. His name, “John”, signed in turquoise ink. His name was signed so beautifully that it was, itself, a work of art.
I have fond memories of watching my mother create quilts and care for the flowers. She enjoyed, just as I do, the warm breeze of summer, the sunlight and the way things grow.
Living is Florida, one cannot help but learn about agriculture, plants and nature. The scent of the air, the sun the sounds of birds are a daily treat even when only subtle seasonal changes are offered. I passed the passion for nature and the environment on to students and my children.
Returning to Pennsylvania for a time, we longed for warm weather, palm trees and lighter clothes. Every climate offers beauty. I rediscovered each season and gathered with other artists and scholars who viewed the world through various lenses. How valuable a time for rediscovery!
On my way teaching art and painting, I rediscovered nature. The body of art that has been two decades of time, reflects my curiosity and connection to the sun and earth. This is where I will remain. I enjoy what is given to us in nature, unedited, unchanged.