Here in rural Oregon my belief in the importance of nature to the human spirit is renewed and strengthened each day. The views here are at once spectacular or serene, yet ordinary. In the foothills of the Coast Range, I am immersed in Oregon’s weather and seasons, in the ephemeral light and shadow. On frequent walks through pasture and woodlands, the shapes and volumes of groves and fields draw me across the valley. I am conscious of creating a pathway into my landscapes that can be followed to an horizon. The path is often broken or obscured—as in life—but the way reveals itself.

My paintings are entirely personal but never about “personality.” I think of myself as a messenger, depicting specific moments of time and mood. Twilight compels me—the hours of dawn and dusk are exquisitely lonely and melancholy, yet somehow full of promise. I am interested in the dormant seasons, when life is quiet and preparing to renew itself. Fog is still and enveloping and seamless; there is a mysterious silence in snow, not experienced in any other weather. These are solitary and reflective times, about transition. Summer comes again, outward and full of warmth and robust joy.

While there is visual texture in my work, the surfaces are relatively smooth. This is especially true in the skies, many of which are seamless blends of hue and value. I believe strongly that because light reflection creates a sort of “jacquard” effect, surface texture distracts from the imagery and I take care to minimize it—again, especially in the skies. I often use worn brushes as erasers, removing paint to define line and add visual texture.

My work is featured in private, public and corporate collections.

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