What is seen.

This is a new, large painting I worked on this weekend. It is reminiscent of sweeping clouds at the beach. The shimmer in the middle is a mix of arizona flowers, marble dust, and adhesive. Those object are my hope and pain from a treatment center in the Spring. There remains a hint of a path at the bottom, photographically it would be the horizon.

What is hidden: Possible works to display behind these paintings which will be mounted away from the wall:

Hiding on the backside of an older painting, I find, perhaps the back is freer and the viewer could see it first from the back:

Maybe it was backwards all along
Maybe it was backwards all along

While the back is viewable only by peeking behind the piece mounted a foot away from the wall:


The other side…..



Leaving the beach

I have entitled this painting “Leaving the beach” It is representing the pain I feel when separated from the ocean. It also represents the balance of many things in the presence and absence of paint and natural materials.

Excerpt from my writings:

No matter how cold, how windy, or how grey, the beach is my life force. Standing, walking, running: the closer to the waves the closer my soul feels to a higher power, to the truth, to the beauty that is within me. Calm peace dance. My life force is in the waves, Leaving the ocean is like leaving a part of my being behind…the farther it gets from me the more immersed in the mires of the world I become. My heart feels sad like saying goodbye to a loved one. Not goodbye but rather see you latter.



Work in the now


Remains 36X24 natural materials on canvas

Scattered 16X20 Acrylic and natural materials on canvas

chaos and calm 8 X 10

acrylic on wood

Self-portrait 11X14 acrylic on canvas


An excerpt from my most recent paper:

With my recent return to color after a two-year absence, I find myself pairing my colors and movements with people, places, events, and paths. Dark days glimpsed hope through yellow flowers that spotted the landscape. Yellow became my hope and an inspiration for painting. Similarities with painter Joan Mitchell’s emotion and process could involve a desire to create paths, roads, and map-like webs. In this similar territorial nature, the mountains and sea around me are mine, yet they have to be grounded in the safety of knowing the place and its location. Mitchell claimed that her identity lay in the ability to know where she was, to locate herself on a map (Albers, 326). In burdened and strained times, my intuition pulls me to the mountains and the sea for peace, and there turns my painting. The process of painting is emotional. A combination of the artist’s truth in the moment combined with aesthetic vision mixed with movement and unpredictability. Painting has the ability to access my core truth and emotion. Landscape prompts the urge to share memory and emotion through composition. I seldom work from memory, letting my imagination run with the brush. Mitchel forces me to ask, “What potential could be hiding there?”


Older Work New Thoughts

I have been returning to the beach. I have to change my life. I have to get back to work. I need to paint. Here are a few of my pieces made in the confines of a treatment center. Here I used the things I found on the short walks between buildings. Most natural and some discarded trash. The fixatives were found in the art therapy room.

This one is slightly more minimalist. Crushed rocks and dries palo verde tree blossoms make up the colors and sheens.


My inspirations lately have been photos and feelings. Reading about Joan Mitchell and her connection to memory is spurring me to paint more with my memory and connection to a place and less with an image. This is a turning point for me.

When I am here I feel the waves as they crash or whisp upon the shore. I absorb every step and every breath. When I close my eyes and stand still I can feel it all wash over me.

How do I translate this to a visual?

I am exploring the following:

Space as it relates to a small area vs. large global areas. All the work below is made from material found on the small grounds of the treatment center I have been at for the last 30 days. I am continuing my investigations of matter art by using found objects. I have been fixated on the beauty of these yellow flowers and sparkling rocks (I crush and crumble these elements to create my paintings.

How the smallest things can be beautiful and create a vision of hope. The ocean and mountains call me too them but when I can not go it is the little things that pull me in with their beauty.

My body in relation to the land. I am no longer free to run or climb. My interactions are gentle, slow, and thoughtful. I am learning to sit and be still yet still connect in a meaningful way.

This is the most minimal material painting I have done. It is made with the natural elements I find in the block I am confined to.


The above painting is showing the sidewalks covered in yellow hope. I don’t know where they lead.

This is my largest unfinished.

I have two more that I did not get the opportunity to photograph. I will follow up.