Letting go of the valley
last year’s plowridges are found
winter returns to the mountains

Earthquakes, dry wind, spring floods all leave their mark as they form a desert valley between granite ranges.

Whispering caress
Wind sails across granite
Formless creates form

I was having dinner with a friend who asked me why I cut my paintings apart. It is a common question I receive about my work. The answer went something like this:
Running my finger around the porcelain tea bowl, I asked him, “Do you see this? It is perfect.”
I held the cup up to […]

The Flaw is the Invitation

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Empty spaces left
to be filled
with experiences and memories
stored in another’s heart.
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The fragments are from the lower right corner of the painting.

Icicle Creek (collection of the artist)

This is where my heart lives
Eighteen hundred miles from me
the tides roll in and out
I feel them in my body still
hear the wind in the fir tops
smell the salt flats

Open to the sky

Drift, break apart and again

Still a cloudless heart

without words
images
another way to think
not think
winter sea
sky ice
sound
smells
these lay themselves upon the paper
and it is done before i knew it began

Places in my past often lie behind my paintings.
When I was a young woman I lived in the Canadian Rockies. My partner and I had developed a liking for ice climbing. On one adventure we decided a particular frozen chute required maximum daylight to ascend. We drove out the afternoon before and set up camp […]