Follow the Dirt Road in Your Soul

 

I grew up in a wild place. Just behind my house, a creek ran down from the snow-laden mountain and continued on to the great river where prehistoric fish swam in the deeps. As a child, I felt kinship with the trees, the waters and the creatures all around. They spoke to me. But I also grew up with people who lived close to that land—hunters, fishers, farmers, carpenters and hermits. 

 

I have a  profound belief that spirit is in all things, that the creation is alive. The relationship of humans to the planet is like that of mother to child. I have absorbed this teaching through many years of living with and near indigenous peoples. 

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My photo encaustic landscapes are lush and sensuous. Hold them close and you can smell the beeswax. They represent perfect hours in the sun and rain. The imaginative journey I pursued through photography for almost two decades now extends into the realm of wax, painting, collage and mark making. 

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In my journey through various art forms I always hoped my work would help people remember our fundamental and spiritual connection with the natural world and so I have exhorted my students, collectors and fans to “Follow the Dirt Road in Your Soul.”