What you will find here is my own sense of comfort, an absolute ease with the wild, with rhythms, with texture, and the way it entertains color; with time and way it variegates objects. I am drawn to things for reasons unknown. I muse (and am amused) about the story each could tell of the life before me… the mud crusted fishing creel writing poetry next to the river, the notes of the violin strings nourished from the cells of the musician’s fingertips, just as each antler once shed marks a trail for those willing to see.
However vast and unfettered my creativity is, then, the ability to marry it with nature seems most appropriate for me. The land beyond my home is more my studio than the disciplined walls I work within. It is out of these doors that I am most comfortable, most alive.
We are decimating our earth. We continue to live in denial, wear blinders, and ignore those who are versed in the science supporting this tragic reality. We justify our ruthtless behaviors, our over consumption of natural resources, our continued encroachment of the wild lands, and freely discard without regard. It is hard fo me to define man as intelligent.
I live intimately with the natural world and though what I offer here is modest in contribution, I hope it will foster respect, a bit of wonder, and a fresh perspective to the generosity of this earth. May we learn reciprocity before it is too late.
“God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests floods, But he cannot save them from fools.” John Muir
