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| Bird Soaring |
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| Home |
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| Underneath it all lies the heart |
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| Sacred |
Around 2006 I began using book bindings adhered to my canvas. I wrote words into a Venetian plaster surface I applied to the empty book, blurring them so they were unreadable to challenge the individual viewer to find their own personal message.
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| Passages I |
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| Blue Seeps Through |
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| Wordless |
Another with a book like object as a focal point ironically had no words.
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| Affirmation |
Sometimes I titled paintings alluding to words although there were none present.
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| Point of View |
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| Prologue |
Around 2009 I began collecting words in a little notebook, words that had a special resonance for me. Sometimes I would choose one as a title for a finished painting if it seemed to embody what I saw in the work.
In the autumn of 2015, when I was invited to be in an upcoming group exhibition of artists who use words in their work, I turned to my word collection. I selected 5, mulling over their qualities. My belief is that words hold energy, whether spoken or written. So I wrote a short description of what the word meant to me and each of these paintings has those words underneath the paint, or sometimes peeking through enough to be readable.
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| Word |
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| Silence |
I chose colors and created compositions that reflected the concept and spirit of each particular word. Even though I have often used text in my work before, this was a totally different process.
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| Melancholy |
Are we, as human beings, much like words? Do we each have colors and compositions? If we each were an abstract painting, what would we look like?
