Art and nature are my refuge. My paintings speak of optical poetry.
The marks I make weave a tapestry of connections to ponder.
The marks I make weave a tapestry of connections to ponder.
Three Rivers Community College Gallery, CT
MY STORY
The first original oil painting I ever set my eyes on was at my next-door neighbor's house. A magical world of messy green paint hung on the wall in their dining room. My friend and I were little. So little were we, that our feet did not touch the ground when we sat at the table. We would freely swing our feet back and forth while they dangled from the chairs during snack time.
As we nibbled and giggled, we would gaze into the painting and pretend to walk across the field, feel the fresh air on our faces, climb over the stones, then run through the tall grass to the top of the hill. This expressive painting offered me a window to step through and a space to play. It deepened my connection to the natural world and inspired me to paint nature.
As we nibbled and giggled, we would gaze into the painting and pretend to walk across the field, feel the fresh air on our faces, climb over the stones, then run through the tall grass to the top of the hill. This expressive painting offered me a window to step through and a space to play. It deepened my connection to the natural world and inspired me to paint nature.
Many years later, I learned the painting that sparked my imagination in my childhood with comfort was made by the artist, Charles Harold Davis, an influential painter known for founding the Mystic Art Colony. Upon entering Fine Arts School at Lyme Academy, again I found myself submerged in art, history and landscape painting at the near by site of the first American Impressionist Artist Colony, The Florence Griswold Museum. The Lyme Art Colony is the place where the French Barbizon School of open air painting and the Modernist Impressionist painting traditions were first introduced to American Artists.