Roads, Clouds, and Light
In the past I have separated my paintings and photographs, two different worlds, and they are, but not exclusive. Both reveal my life journey. The paintings are the hidden me, the me that still struggles to reveal herself,but loves the flow of painting. The photographs are quick, complete in less than a second. Strangest of all the photos in some sense are more painterly in the traditional sense, easier to accept. The paintings are more obscure, more rudimentary. When successful both have an intimacy that I love.