Here’s how I describe my artistic journey:
My life and my art have been a journey through color. Color evokes memory for me, like a favorite song from youth. I think to myself, “I know what I was doing when I saw that color. I know why it is important.”
Color is how I put together pieces of my life in a way that makes sense to me. It is a way to weave my joys and sorrows into wholeness. It is a way to re-frame the sorrow of raising a disabled child. It is how I tell myself, “Yes, this is awful, and, she is beautiful, and, the sky’s still blue, and, I am still in love.” It is my sense of gratitude.
I weave the hues of my life throughout my paintings. When I look at them, I find the olive drab of the fatigues that I wore as a soldier in the US Army. There are deeper greens from my dress uniform and walks in the wood. I see blues from Lake Michigan and pastels from agates that my brother and I collected as children. Sometimes the muted hues of hospital waiting rooms are apparent to me.
To me, color is the most delicious part of a visual work of art. It is a multi-sensory experience. It is a rich experience, as delicious as chocolate cake.