Be yourself. Everyone else is taken. – Oscar Wilde
40 years ago I set out to be a painter. Life’s twists and turns had other plans for me. Two children and a rug pattern company later, the painter in me is emerging from a long hibernation.
With each brush stroke I find out who I am, who I have become. My own metamorphosis is one of the themes I explore as I layer color, texture, shape and line, discovering what is in my heart through the process of painting.
I have never been hesitant to use saturated color, but lately I have been discovering the qualities of the color black, adding it to my palette after leaving it out in the past. I work in acrylics and oils with collage and mark-making tools.
What has always been true about me is my need to make art. My life has meaning when I am creating something. For me each new piece I approach is a leap of faith. Will it be a painting this time? I resonate with what Vincent Van Gogh wrote:
If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
I live in Oregon sheltered between Skinner and Spencer Butte. My studio looks out on my organic garden, herbs and fruit trees.