There was a small herd of horses pastured on the four acres in front of my house. They were rather skittish at first but, slowly, we got to know each other. Then, in the middle of a blizzard, a little one was born. I saw her with her mama just after the sun came up.
Artistic Process
Art Discovered in Silence
I spent untold hours walking this road, in silence so pure I heard ravens’ wings cutting through the air above me. It was here, in the depth of this old forest, high up on the mountainside, where I started making paintings unlike anything I’d ever done before.
A World of Blue
I was living in a pale blue world. Sunlight cast shadows on the snow covered ground in just about every shade imaginable. Then there was the daylight sky with its muted cerulean expanses and white clouds, acequias frozen over with pastel ice. I started making paintings unlike anything I’d ever done.
What Robert Motherwell Said…
The landscape introduced me to those who came before: the ancients who lived high on the mountain above the timberline; the Comanche crossing from the plains over the peaks; and the Spanish colonists who carved their village out of this forbidding soil.
Living a Life of Abstraction
I create my paintings under the profound influence of the rich tradition of those who went before me. I understand, now, that these works were only made possible by the sacrifices of cultural revolution—by great artists who courageously broke new ground.
Ah, Life! Blessed Life…
Those of us who grow do so by developing our moral imaginations and expanding our carrying capacities for pain and bliss…” Mary Pipher, New York Times
Giving Art Room to Breathe
There are so many demands in our daily lives, from people, paperwork, chores, errands… in fact the “responsible” reasons NOT to create our art can be overwhelming, seductive even, and they can overtake.