My work is an expression of a personal life, my life. For some years the vocabulary I used consisted of layered and juxtaposed images, voices that were drawn from dreams and the subconscious (boats, water, figures). Over a period of time my work became compressed, cut and pared down, reduced to forms that echo each other: irons, doors, boats, vessels, water, swimmers…
Since immigrating to Canada from the U.S. in 1992, and coming to this part of the world, an end-of-the-road kind of coastal village, I have been taken by the landscape. Nearly struck dumb. I am a newcomer to this land, and see it with the eye of an outsider but also as a believer. If you travel a few miles up the coast you will know you are at the edge and sense the ghosts that are there and understand perhaps a different kind of antiquity. There are silences and spaces between the actions and notions of a human life that I have never before encountered and I seek to embody these qualities in my painting; the mercury-like liquid body of water, islands buoyant, solitary, independent of opinions; the light in the afternoon when it is golden and luminescent that seems to deepen and make fuller every thing it touches….
Born in California, I bring the pink-bricked walls of suburbia, Hollywood, the orange and avocado groves, the colors of the south and nearby Mexico as well as my passion for literature and narrative to this newfound landscape – it informs my work, my life and the way I navigate through it all.