“Blessed are they who see beauty in humble places”

Camille Pissarro, French Impressionist

Artist Statement

From inspiration to completion, my process celebrates the words of French Impressionist, Camille Pissaro

BLESSED ARE THEY WHO SEE BEAUTY IN HUMBLE PLACES

My art celebrates hope, beauty, and goodness that can be discovered in a very humbling place each of us experiences. in our personal stories, grief before and after loss.. The seasons re-enact he seasons tell

Nature is my teacher and subject. that celebrates a larger story the seasons tell. it begins with summer when everything is green. What we love thrives. All is well. The earth ever so slightly tilts away from the sun. Green fades. Life slows. Reds, yellows, purples bloom. Then, what was vibrant, turns brown. Etched against the cool white of winter, what is left waits. Promise slumbers. A plethora of color will bloom. A fresh green will come..My painting journey begins when inspiration chooses me. It could be an aged oak, a weathered shell, the shaft of light at dusk, a fallen flower.

My palette favors red, yellow, blue, black and white. I use acrylic medium, original stencils, manmade and natural ephemera to add character and depth to the visual story.

Hiking and gardening provides inspiration and subject in whatever season. Whether beach, garden or mountain,. Inevitably I find treasures . It could be a scarred clam shell, a gigantic but fallen poplar leaf, or a rock well-rounded by erosion. In my eyes, their imperfections make them beautiful. Often, hidden in the wonder of a sunset or the vastness of a mountain view, a singular humble place will catch my eye. Perhaps it is a gnarled tree or the anonymity of a farmer on his tractor in a vastness of green. Textures, shapes, and patterns from other people’s discards provide manmade ephemera for adding shape and texture to substrates.. The potential for discovering beauty is endless. Whether natural or manmade, small or large, in whatever season, beautiful things are in humble places. With the simplicity and wonder of a child we can embrace them.      

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