From inspiration to completion, my subject and process celebrates these words:

Blessed are they who see beauty in humble places

Camille Pissarro, Impressionist Painter

My work celebrates a story of beauty, goodness, and hope, found in a humble place common to all of us, grief before and after loss. My limited palette is inspired by the seasons that I imagine re-enact the journey of grief. Summer begins the story. What we love (red) thrives. When rain (blue) and sun (yellow) kiss, everything is green. All is well. The earth ever so slightly tilts away from the sun. A shadow (black, white) threatens what we love. Green fades. Life slows. A spectrum of color blooms. Suddenly, things are not as they should be or we hope them to be. What was vibrant, turns brown. Etched against the cool white of winter, what is left waits. When what we love is gone, promise slumbers. Spring will come.

I”m drawn to the broken and discarded. I might use a scarred shell (or a vintage lace )to create texture on a blank canvas. The lines of the leaf may (or the plastic holder for a dozen bubbly) form a stencil. The splendor of a sunset or the vastness of a mountain view may be the next painting. A singular humble place caught my eye. Perhaps it is a gnarled tree, or the anonymity of a farmer on his  tractor in the grandeur of green.