between the maxfield parrish sunrises and sunsets, i follow the breeze from the quiet of the cathedral high pine forest to the thunder of waves as they crash against the island rocks. i am at home on this relic in new england time.
my process here has become as unique to me as this island. i work outside on a canvas, stretched over a large wooden deck. i use scrapers found in the woods, stones from the shores and repurpose metals. my medium is paint or local earth, mixed with the weather, as it gathers on the canvas from an overnight rain or an early morning fog. each day brings more layers to these rubbings and the opportunity to carry the work into further abstraction. i am, however, never far away from recording this island’s history in time and spirit marked by the ever changing breeze.