This has been a year of introspection, and experimentation. Water and atmospheric turbulence are compelling themes for me. After I completed a number of paintings of my sister and family in the surf in 2017, I became more focused on the colors and patterns of the water itself, as well as symbolic meanings associated with water, such as purification, emotion and intuition.
Last June, when I was on Nauset Beach on Cape Cod, my eye was caught by two bright spots glowing just above the water. They were connected by a white arc, and it turns out there is such a thing as a ďfog bowĒ or white rainbow. I thought of it as a sign from Victoria, dramatic and beautiful, just as she was. Iíve been thinking a lot about signs and synchronicity, and have been reading and learning about Carl Jung and his work. I started keeping a dream journal, and realize that many of my dreams involve being near, or in water. In many traditions the state of oneís mind is compared to water, and I feel the scenes Iíve been painting have turbulent seas...
I have been playing more with my art, and experimenting with water based paints as first layers. Iím trying to let the paint and spontaneous additions of collage elements and random marks lead the way. Last December I gathered a few liters of beach plastic while visiting Kauai. There was a tremendous amount washed up on the north shore. It made me sad to think of the pollution and the harm to animals, and at the same time I was intrigued by the beautiful, colorful pieces which had drifted so far and been altered by the sun and water. Like many people I have questions about where we are going with respect to human activity and climate change. It feels scary, and I think this unsettled energy translates to my work.
I was born and raised in New York City, but we spent almost every school holiday and summer on Cape Cod. I moved to California in 1987, and live now in Redwood City in the San Francisco Bay Area. All along, in all these places, I have gravitated toward being outdoors. In New York my favorite place was Central Park. On Cape Cod we ran around in the woods and fields. I love to be on the beach, and even better, in the water. I feel lucky to live in California where I can hike around the hills and take a short drive to the ocean. When I paint it feels like a journey as I study the shapes and colors and lay down washes building up the scene from photographs, memory and imagination. Iím happy to look at the same view outside, day after day--there is always something new. The close observation, struggle, and occasional transcendent moment are inquiry, at once scientific, psychological and philosophical. Perhaps over time, as I try to clear away what is extraneous, the layers of all these different places will distill into a clearer understanding of the bigger picture.