Stepping into my studio I feel a sense of joy; a place where I can completely be myself, creating whatever I want. Seldom in life have I felt so free from others’ expectations.It is also a place of “no mistakes” because the medium of collage allows me to add, subtract, or even cover the entire canvas with gesso and begin again.
Expressing my creative side, through art, has come later in life. A few nudges along the way include a chance introduction from a dear friend to the person who became my initial teacher and colleague, another friend who was willing to transform my garage into a studio, and the company and encouragement of those who happened to join me along this path. Thus, this is not my journey alone.
Living in a place of great beauty, many find inspiration here. I am no exception. As part of this natural world, I feel I owe a debt of gratitude that includes giving a second or third life to everyday objects—be it clothing, furniture, construction materials, or leftovers from the refrigerator. I tend to take whatever is at hand and use it—smashed mirrors, dishware, fabric, all kinds of paper (New York Times has wonderful colors), and photographs. Prowling secondhand stores I look for canvasses, frames, and rejected paint…a small effort in extending the life of our relationship to our planet.
Often, I begin with no particular plan in mind. For my Dixie Fire piece, in a spontaneous moment, I used the blouse I was wearing, taking it off and ripping it into strips to become the aspens in the foreground. Almost anything can be fair game.
For me, there is an exciting energy in color and composition that can touch us, opening to our own blooming that resides within. Loving color, it feeds my eyes and my spirit, as food does for my body. I hope you enjoy these colorful expressions as much as I have enjoyed making them.