A simple walk in the New Mexico wilderness both enthralls and terrorizes me. Suddenly, a desert thunderstorm creates whirling pools of blindness or crossing iced rivers propels an irreversible slip of bone and muscle.
Based on treks to desolate mountain peaks and desert lowlands, my paintings accept the rupture: eerie, barren, stressed, shadowed, beautiful otherworldly places cultivated by human inspired encroachment. Applying water and ink over acrylic surfaces, my landscapes are in motion, absorbing gravity's pull on stone. A place where you meet your own wandering soul tethered to known and unknown phases of calm and calamity.
There are hefty doses of crushing physical side effects as well.
Master of Arts, 1996