My paintings are reactions to the vicissitudes of living in an imperfect world.
Their images draw from my surrounding in mid-coast Maine where I live by
I paint constructed worlds in which I dream of peace for those who do not have it.
Absent of figures, I draw from nature the forms and lines that surround me: the twist and decay of trees by the sea where the shore erodes; the stormy skies over imaginary seas whose access is blocked by the privileged. As oceans rise and grasses get submerged, I imagine the angst of being overcome, the viewer decides by what.
Plants and flowers stand in for humans. They part ways, yield and defend their space. Some live, others wither. Time passing, immortality confronts the viewer as debris and dying blooms drift.