Painting is breathing for me, color is oxygen. In the same way that I can’t hold my breath, I can’t keep from painting.
Big Sur is a stretch and a push; it’s bigness inspires me and my palette. There is a paradox between constant motion and deep stillness that captures me. The collision of earth, sea, sky and wind opens my eyes anew each time I paint.
Life here is a counterpoint to the modern world. On my first drive down Highway One, I felt a deep impulse to lie on a ridge and merge with everything I saw, uniting with my own native stillness. I wish for those who enjoy my paintings to have a similar experience of their own true nature.
