Well. Things change, don’t they?
As I have grown and adapted as an artist, my work has morphed…transitioned…evolved. It has gone from painting the places I love and cherish to a more universal perspective. One that includes all of us. Who isn’t awed and touched by the sky? Who isn’t overwhelmed by the vastness of color, dimension, and movement? Quickly changing. Shocking. Connecting.
I have found that, in speaking the language of skies, I have been able to communicate pain, sadness, joy, hope, struggle…perspective. Holding all these things with overflowing hands.
My skies bloomed out of heartbreak in my life. Through a time I still don’t fully understand. A time I am now learning to grieve.
But what this time taught me, and as I have reflected on it for years, we all have some tragedy in life. We have something that shatters the world as we know it. Redirects our path. And, if we are willing, allows for a shift in our perspective. Greater empathy. To ourselves and others.
But the work is hard. Ever-changing. Multi-layered.
Like art.
So, if you are willing, I would love to go with you on this journey. I will share with you the stories of the paintings. Where my heart was and what I hoped would draw us together. These will be short and simple reflections. Use them as you will.
Know you aren’t alone.
