I inhale the world. The thousands of shades of green in a forest, soft light passing through leaves, the shape of a bird on a branch, the ever unfolding path. But I cannot hold the whole world inside my lungs – especially as we pollute the seas, stain the skies & leach the soil of life. Instead, I exhale through art.
I create art as a way of honoring the world around me; a means of gently appreciating the chaos & miracle of this place. But the act of art-making is more than a public prayer or a call to action. It is a deeply personal adventure & a process of discovery. A chance to explore the ways that materials, color & shapes can be arranged to share the impression of a space or moment or life form. An opportunity to process my experiences of wonder, fear, hope & rapture. It is a language that I am constantly learning & stretching & revisiting, & so I create in a variety of ways. Sometimes collaging with homemade paper or sculpting on top of old books; studying an animal in acrylic or the feeling of a forest in oil.
In essence, my style is eclectic, ranging from palette knife movements to realistic portraits, & my subject matter varies from gentle portraits to botanicals & bugs. I suppose the world is too varied to be exhaled in any one way, & I need to make art.
