When we experience nature, its features seem to receive us, dissolve us, and allow us to reconfigure. Formerly, my paintings began from observation, often near ponds, those microcosms in the woods that many of us are drawn to. Slowly, it became apparent that what we call nature is not an objective reality. It resides within us. The process of going into solution and coming out remade is not limited to peak experiences in nature. It is the path of life and is the ongoing narrative of my work. And isn't every painting in history a pond in itself, which, if we choose to slip in, takes us on some baptismal journey?
We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate. From images that are full, the spirit plunges on to others that suddenly must be filled; there are no lakes till eternity. Here, falling is best. To fall from the mastered emotion into the guessed-at, and onward. -Rilke, To Hölderlin (1st stanza)
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