When I grow up, I want to be Milton Avery. For a while I thought it was Pierre Bonnard – how can you not love his little dog – but in my fickleness I turned to Milton. On dark days I would consider a fling with Edvouard Munch. So satisfyingly bleak; each stroke expressive and textured. Gabriele Munter, too, a strong painter who loves color and whose “Breakfast of The Birds” is particularly poetic at the same time, bold – she teaches me. With all these artists, it is their elegant shapes with gorgeous surfaces that I aspire to. And then there’s Arthur Dove….the list goes on and on.
For the present, I am simply painting whatever touches me in some way: An interesting moment (Picnic, Nellie’s Farmhouse at Night, Naptime at the BPL); shapes that resonate (Next Door, Rooftop Traffic North and South, Three Doors); a moment with emotional resonance (My Brother, Jenna’s Flowers, Uneasy Rest). I am fascinated, too, looking through from one plane to another, from inside to outside, from this place to that place (Farm Kitchen, Arizona Mountain, The Parlor).
The more I paint, the more I learn and the more interesting I find my work becomes. I hope I get to paint long enough to break through to new discoveries. Come to think of it, it is all new discoveries, every stroke of the brush.