I paint because some places in the natural world and move me in very particular ways. They keep me in touch that we are part and parcel of the natural world, and I feel if nothing else, honored, to be able to capture a piece of the story.
Paying attention to the place, attending to the surface of wood or linen, oils, varnish, the pigments, the brushes — all natural materials themselves help connect me to the work and the work to place.
In the end, that world is the ephemeral: the reflected and angled light, the dust at that time of day, evidence of what went before. And it takes time, sometimes many days of immersion in a particular place building up layers that mirror my experience of the moment. I like to let the painting then be an experience in itself, speak for the natural world, a captured remnant of observation and memories.
“Nineteenth-century painters went out into the wilderness to bring back reports about a land we did not know; painters now report a land we risk forgetting…Acts of salvage in desperate times…”
Richard Wilbur, Introduction. A Sense of Place: The Artist and the American Land by Alan Gussow, 1972.