Was it a tree? Was is a meadow of wildflowers? Was it a glint of the fireflies or a star? With what field or flower did you dream your first backyard dream? For me, it was this view. These hills and this field always felt full of magic and wonder. It used to be the whole world to a very small me. I could look out into this space and dream impossible things as naturally as breathing air. After years of never giving her a second thought, I returned and she caught me off guard. Like a whisper, the Sun had reached its golden hour and I once again found myself looking at the beauty before me, dreaming. Can the dreams I dreamt 20 years ago still come true? Can oil and pigment tell stories that last? Can color comfort a hurting soul? And will I have a place in that magic? Or do the dreams we dreamt as children fade with the setting Sun? I look at this scene: wheat, though dying, stands tall; the hills that carried my imagination lift me out of doubt; and the Sun, bathing everything in gold and amber light, dancing with stray bits of grain, enchants me. I think dreams come alive in the golden light of a setting Sun.
Does the Sun Set on Backyard Dreams?
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My work seeks to create safe places driven by love and grace. Split between representational work and abstract pieces, my paintings unpack relationships between humanness and our living natural world. My paintings are visual expressions of a poem, a song or a prayer — the colorful manifestation of still moments. Where I grew up has a particularly rich impact on the subject matter of my representational paintings. The lifestyle in my hometown is slower, the landscape seems to set still both time and people. In a day and age that feels like we are rushing through our days and forgetting to be present, I want to remind us of a place where "rush" doesn't exist - there is only the fields, the farm, and the creeks. My entire painting practice is about paying attention to small still moments. When I'm painting, i'm listening. How are the colors interacting? what are these soft whispers saying and why?
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