There are so many voices today, surrounding us, bombarding us with the message that the world is going to crap. Our health, our politics, the very planet itself is spiraling downward. It’s easy to be overwhelmed; to be inundated with hopelessness, to see only the ugliness. Though there is much truth in all this, I believe, without wearing the rose hued spectacles of a Pollyanna, that there is still so much beauty in this world. In recognizing this, I find restoration, healing and I am reminded of the value in continuing to push back at the despair pervading my world.
My art is inspired by the story of transient beauty; the colors of fallen leaves, a tree shrouded in fog, ordinary people working together to make this world function. Places where beauty is perhaps unexpected, a butterfly on a battlefield, a decaying fence post in winter. I have been given the gift of time to cultivate, in the words of singer/songwriter Darden Smith, “the habit of noticing”. Everyone knows the value of the bird in hand, but I find a great, though fleeting value in observing the moment a bird spends in a bush. This is the world I occupy, these are the stories that bathe our environment, this is the world I see and want to share with you.