I studied painting and photography in school but I've worked professionally as a photographer for almost 30 years. I loved the darkroom- the fine art and craft of creating a single hero gelatin silver print, carefully nurtured through dodging and burning, developing and toning,  mounting and spotting- one print that carried so much care and love. I came back to painting yearning for that same thrill of creating something that felt truly irreplicable.

The first 5 years back at the easel have been a slow reunion,  remembering who I was on the canvas way back when,  and also discovering who I am on the canvas now. I've explored all different kinds of mark-making, media, subject matter, and intention. I've become reacquainted with how much bravery art-making requires. 

Last year, I started working on a series that cropped up organically. In these works, I feel like I have found a lane that is deeply personal and inclusive of many of the steps it took to get here.

The pieces themselves evoke a journey, inviting the viewer to travel in a host of different directions all at once, with a perspective seen simultaneously from above and also at ground level. The works are unplanned, endeavored with no conscious intention other than to stay open to what shows up. Indeed, I'm always surprised by what does show up. I see hints of childhood in some of the symbols and/or scenes that emerge, offering a whiff of the paradigm from where they came from. The spaces are active, ambiguous, and often quirky, inextricably interlaced yet with distinct unblended, boundaried shapes of color.