All that I’ve done has led to a deeper story,

which is this. 

ART AS MY WITNESS

In 1996, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.

The next year, art found me.

Witness: “To have knowledge of (an event or change) from personal observation or experience.”

the process of change, of emerging

art documented this process

I allowed art to be my witness. 

I LEFT THE WORLD OF CERTAINTY

I didn’t know the game.

I didn’t have the experience.

Nothing was straightforward.

Asking me to EXPLAIN

RULES

P.S. NO + ~ = YES

But there was a reckoning
and a beginning….

 

The world of art was new to me.

FOREIGN

 

{And sometimes it didn’t make sense
but in the strangest ways it did.}

Does it have value if it comes from a foreign place, my unconsciousness?

how do i go about explaining it.

How do you put 75 years into context?

 

 Art revealed a complex world that i didn’t know existed.

 

Objects became metaphors of other things
these images kept me moving forward. this art. this process.

 

For me, art is a way to access a more profound experience of my life.


So after 50 years of life without art
then 25 years of learning, exploring, experiencing, suffering and doubting
A Book was Born.

 I Never Thought 

The Power of Struggle

Rescue, Hope and Goats

Shelter

ART IS Foreign

Outsider

Edges

Good Enough is Good

Wonder & Doubt

You Never Arrive

Extraction

MAKE MORE MISTAKES

The Next Me


NOT SELLING BUT TELLING

YES

If I walked away from the canvas today, could I say my art delivered?

Did it pass the test? Did it give me more life?

The answer is YES.