i open my studio doors to hear the early morning sounds from my fountain and listen for the full symphony as it plays out through the day. my canvas is on the floor where i can become intimate with the tropical plants and leaves i have brought in from my garden. in this gentle and quiet world of nature’s living forms and colors, my fingers (loaded with paint) render the most immediate response. brushes seem to impede my most direct and honest approach.
once i have a solid understanding of a plant or leaf, i bring the canvas to the wall. from here, i expand my motions to my whole hand. i also make use of “happy accidents” as my large, very old brushes scumble across the canvas building up the texture, and scrapers further explore back into the history of the work. each layer answers the questions of the previous one. this is my playground – a never ending time to be filled with light and color.