I've been observing the world from earliest days, cheek against sun-splashed floor, dissolving my molecules into whatever eyes and spirit saw.
Words came first, then photography with my Polaroid camera at age 7. Painting came later.
I've been catching the light ever since. That's all I do. Catch whatever stops me in my tracks, frame it in words or colors, and throw it back. The reflected energy will, I hope, give pleasure and keep pulsing, long after my "me" becomes a distant memory.
As to my practice and what may appear to be an absence of serial pieces ... the 'serial' aspect is there, sublimated into a narrative loosely connected to my life-trajectory. From 2012 to the end of 2016, my studio was boxed and stored. There was zero space to paint and I was busy finishing my memoir. All this to say, I am a) self-taught, b) not a slave to trends, and c) the more I paint, the clearer my vision becomes. Bear with me, and I'll do the same.
One of my favorite quotes about "art" and "success" goes like this:
"It was not that the world owed him a debt and would eventually be compelled to pay it; but rather that the world would one day receive what he had it in him to give ..."
The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh, (Mark Roskill, editor, Touchstone, NY, 2008, p. 28)
Image: "Coming Into Port", 22 x 22 x 1.5 inches, oil on canvas. The MV Scotia Prince, as it sailed into Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. This reliable ferry was the star of many vacations in its day. Now, it's been decommissioned and exists no more but in memory.
Désolée de ne pas avoir mon site traduit en d'autres langues. Soyez patients! Avec un peu de temps, j'y arriverai. Cependant, j'éspère que les images vous donnent du plaisir!