I paint the landscape, pushing the image until it feels like a metaphor for a spiritual awakening. My images begin in the field from observation or in the studio from photographs or memory. Either way, the longer I work on a painting, the more I realize that any landscape is not an external scene but resides inside us. And then many doors open.
Ponds have been the most frequent motif, although rivers, trees, fields, and clouds serve as well. When we experience nature, these features seem to receive us, dissolve us, and allow us to reconfigure. My paintings are narratives of this process, of going into solution and coming out remade.
And isnt every painting a pond, which, if we enter it, takes us on some baptismal journey?
Rilke, To Hölderlin (1st stanza):
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.
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