Chaos, A Shift
There is a dangerous beauty to our current age of global pandemic, social unrest, economic and political weakening. There is a sense of anxiety, panic and also frenzy for change, and wild hope with action. Is the excited indignation of the crowds fueled by upheavals in our climate, a mirror of the rising temperatures and wild fires? An emotional outpouring like the super storms and flooding? I think of the Biblical plagues — we seem to be adding a chapter to the story of Divine retribution for bad behavior ... "We are at a crossroads."
All of these recent paintings started in an offhand or experimental way, and then with each, after much repainting, I eventually found a path. Perhaps my desire to try something new, but not knowing what, or how to proceed was also a reflection of the low rumblings prior to our present Covid-19 era.
Redwood City, CA
I always loved to paint. I remember working on a painting of the Beatles when I was in kindergarten. The tempera paint was dripping down and I was frustrated, trying to make Ringo look as if he was seated behind his drums.
At Amherst College the final project for Robert Sweeney's figure drawing class was a full length, life sized, nude self-portrait. The group unveiling was a powerful experience.
Perhaps my deepest influence has been the landscape of Cape Cod where we spent summers, and winter and spring school breaks. My grandmother had an amazing collection of murals and paintings by the Harwich artist Charles D. Cahoon which show his peaceful vision of early 20th century life by the water.
Now I live and paint in Redwood City, California. We can look across to Edgewood Park Open Space Preserve, and nearby, up the hill, I can see across San Francisco Bay to the East Bay hills.
My work is shown at the Branner Spangenberg Gallery.