When the world gets weird, I retreat to my studio, spend time in nature and work it out with paint.
I have become obsessed with light, science and consciousness, pulling on the thread and following it wherever it takes me. I spend a lot of time with my feet in the dirt and my face toward the sun. Gosh, light is so damn mysterious. No wonder our ancestors paid such close attention to it.
I’ve been returning to old photographs, some of which I have lived with for decades. Maybe I’m looking for traces of what they knew as an anchor in such strange times.
