After a few decades as a mixed media artist, I found myself wanting a change. I'd been painting on and off, and at some point thought what else could be more intriguing for an artist than painting the landscape? There’s so much to work with, given its seasons, weather, life cycles, skies and atmospheric light. While painting, I think about my own relationship with the natural world, which has been sidetracked for years because of the incessant busy-ness of life. I think about how grateful I am for the opportunity (and privilege) to tap into emotions that remind me of the awesomeness of our natural world. I wonder how I can be a better steward of its gifts, and if there are ways to reconnect with it like my ancestors did. In the end, my hope is to simply share the beauty that is inherent in the landscape. Perhaps the viewer will experience moments of quiet, and find peace far away from a world of uncertainty.
I used to say that my final project at art school was my son. He was born in a Boston hospital right next to the school, where I could look out the window and see my friends doing raku in the parking lot. We lived in a little apartment. Having a studio for three dimensional work, while taking care of a newborn, was out of the question. So, I started fooling around with paint and paper, making two dimensional images. Twenty years later, I was still working with paint and paper. I called these works “compeinage” (com-pen-ahzh), a catchy, made up French sounding description for “combined painting and collage.” I won some grants with compeinage, had lots of shows, taught workshops, got into a few publications and told plenty of political and personal visual stories. After two decades, however, it was time for a change. Now, I'm painting oil landscapes. It's tempting to compeinage them sometimes, but for now, they are strictly oils!