Thoreau once wrote “…Not til we are completely lost, or turned round, for a man only needs to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost- do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature. Not till we are lost, in other words, not til we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.”
My work explores the ideas of permanence, loss, yearning, the intensity of need. The landscape serves as metaphor of the passage of time. Monuments of stone standing for thousands of years are eroded by wind and water will one day be lost forever when all memories of them fade- even our memories are lost in the end. Escaping into the depths of image, we attempt to recover that which is lost.
Painting is my love song to memory and desire, of that joy so close to pain and that love that never fails but mortality steps in. We see color in the distance and yearn to go to that place but cannot as it is always just out of reach. It is a perfect solitude and peace that we cannot grasp that desire of endless distance. Water and waves, clouds in tumultuous skies, tumbling rocks and ancient stone monuments, those distant horizons of blue, are frequent motifs in my work. Often the stuff of dreams- those places in the psyche where we yearn to travel but cannot reach in the physical realm and so we turn inward until there is nowhere left to go.