My latest series use the unfettered spirit of graffiti, pasting and street art.
Reading never came easily to me as a young girl—words were not my friends. But today, the words in my paintings are a source of new ideas and strength. The words I choose for each painting help define who I am in relation to nature and culture, and advance my lifelong process of becoming an artist, teacher and communicator. I rarely know in advance the form that my work will take. In some important ways, that simply isn’t up to me. Like nature itself, art is unforceable. Poet Mary Oliver in a 1986 poem simply called “Poem,” calls the spirit “an airy and shapeless thing” driven to embody itself, to clothe itself in the tangibles of the body and the physical world. The spirit, she writes,
...enters us --
in the morning
shines from brute comfort
like a stitch of lightning;
and at night
lights up the deep and wondrous
drownings of the body
like a star.
