Making Art

When I make art, I take a journey with my imagination. I often seek inspiration in the natural world, looking for delicate traces of beauty, mood and atmosphere that create associations within my inner world.

Contemplation of a landscape launches my curiosity and invites points of departure. I scan for nuggets that awaken my senses. I then start drawing and painting, reacting to each gesture and mark spontaneously and intuitively, feeling my way to what wants to be brought out into conscious reality.

As my hand follows the lines of a branch, the edge of a leaf or the folds of a flower, I am transported to the world beyond seeing. The patterns and shapes weave an expanded reality that creates a story inside of me. I go to a place where I listen with my heart and see a harmony of lines, colors and forms that express the laughter in a tree, the caring of a leaf, the hope in a flower.

The notion of seeing by feeling brings to mind a quote from Beryl Markham, “I have a trunk containing continents.” I realize I often see universes in a grove of trees.