What I hear.

...some small black and white studies (10" x 10", 10" x 30") and some larger boards that I will be cutting in preparation for the 4 and 6' canvases I have prepared. I am so smitten with the calligraphic and block print marks. Delicate fluidity and grounded strength. Attraction, discovery, exchange. What gesture might they share? How do they move toward one another? What new conversation can we hear when we listen closely? Wings moving air, water falling on leaves, footfalls in gravel beds, the sounds of breathing. Moving. Falling. Breathing.

Above, Below, Within

Sea Sky Fire Studies
Mixed Media (acrylic, metallic fabric paint, oil, cold wax, sumi ink, )
10" x 30"

Now, then.

Float (studies)
Mixed Media (acrylic, sharpie, woodblock print collage, oil)
10" x 30"


















Through the Trees (studies)
Mixed Media (acrylic, wood block print collage, oil, cold wax)
10" x 30"













Flight study
Mixed Media (acrylic, oil, woodblock print collage)
10" x 10"

From the Sky

My third residency at AIB felt like one very slow explosion. The days were filled and overflowed into evenings of rich conversation, laughter with fellow students, and nights of vivid dreams and adrenaline charged sleep. At home now, I am processing it all - gallery visits, thirteen scheduled critiques, three visiting artist lectures, two faculty presentations, a panel discussion, one critical theory and one professional development seminar. Those are the actual pieces, but what they represent to me is something far harder to outline or list. I can still feel the heat from the long explosion, and I am turning each piece of the experience over in my hands, dreaming of what I will build with them – something strong and beautiful to stand upon.









Back in the studio now, the process begins. Trusting gravity. Up is safe.