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.
artistic process
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.
Magic
I am starting to believe again. I am opening to the goodness in the world. Is it possible that I am beginning to trust? Beginning to learn how to receive?
“Knitting With Nature’s Gifts”
Art. In all its forms, has the capacity to heal I continue to believe. Both by being in its presence and by making it. And all of us, as artists, must support the inspiration of others’ art whenever we can
Monhegan
But standing right there on Monhegan it felt as though I experienced something of a quiet shift to that old personal journey: one in which I remembered to take pleasure, to be soft, to seek and find beauty, to laugh more, to create.
Making Art Because…
And my heart silently shifted back. Back to one who wants to believe again—even if that belief is somewhat fragile—in the making of marks on paper or canvas, just to be making marks.