The first layer of paint; the impulsive, spontaneous, urgent, drippy first layer is calling out to be seen. This fundamental part of the painting has always peeked through in my work. This time, it has a voice. Not an utterance or murmur but a declaration. Please come and stand amongst these pieces and tell me what you hear.
I ride through island woods on a beautiful Arabian mare. Lagoon on my left, cathedral trees to my right. Sun streams in. Mist rises in a thin veil as if illuminating an alternate world.
A moldery scent of greenery gone by, and brilliant red leaves, form patterns on the trail. Colors are intense after the rain. Damp brings out the richest of color, like stones, luminous under water. Cedar tree appears green but when I look closely I see alizarin, gold and blue. There are thousands of shades of green. Where sun strikes foliage the light glistens white. The deepest shadows are as dark as raven.
In my studio I recall shapes, colors, lines and form. I remember the smells and sounds. I memorialize the place with paint. Beginning with thin layers of oily warm transparent hues then mutating into thick painterly brush marks. Each layer stamping the recollection of that day’s walk or ride, I allow the pieces to unfold in a contemplative manner.
I paint this island as sanctuary. A woodland temple and shelter from the storm.
Please come and stand amongst these pieces of art and tell me what you hear.
Waterworks Gallery November 1-30th 2019, Prosecco night November 7th 5-7pm.
Come and talk to me.
More painting hanging November 1-25 at the San Juan Island Community Theater.