My paintings feel like the landscapes that surround me when I am standing in the Shenandoah Valley or aboard a boat on Chesapeake Bay. There is a sense of space juxtaposed with intimacy. My paintings are not planned, but evolve from mark to mark and brushstroke to brushstroke.  Making a picture is like taking a road trip with no particular destination in mind. My paintings are asymmetrical and imbalanced … filled with hidden images and ambiguous marks.

I work in layers of acrylic paint and collage using many tools…..not just brushes.  Trowels, putty knives, knitting needles, old credit cards, squeegees, handmade stamps and stencils are all used to manipulate paint.  Crayons, paint pens, charcoal, pencils and sticks are dragged over dry surfaces or into wet paint.

I spent many years sailing with my husband on the waters of New England and Chesapeake Bay. The feeling of scale when on the water with no land in sight is similar to that of standing on the Blue Ridge, looking out over the vast valley.  Although both these settings are spacious in the extreme, I feel an intimacy with my surroundings that is both humbling and comforting.