Throughout my life, making art has kept me alive. It is my language. When the world seems out of control, it gives me an anchor to steady my quivering heart. Making art is a partnership with my inner world and my connection with nature. I feel the pulse of creativity and its symbiosis with the earth. Our bodies, cells, everything that vibrates on a level beyond rational understanding contributes to this relationship. I started painting nests because I wanted to create vessels that surround and comfort. Birds do this by intertwining spirals of vegetation to provide soft nurturing enclosures. Their nests embody safety for the parents and their offspring, incubating anew each spring a compulsion to create a thing of wonder.
When I paint, my brush flies and like the avian architects I revere, I weave pieces of my observations and parts of my story together for meaning. Creating nests is bigger than I am. I never tire of making them. Painting is a form of meditation for me. Its a way to bring comfort to myself and hopefully a connection with the people that behold them.