When I was a child, I often wandered.  I still do.  The place I go to decompress and refresh is the woods.  I find peace and inner solace with the trees, rocks, and soil. I walk year round.  Although I’ve walked these same trails for many years, watching the seasonal change of the landscape still interests me.  As winter ends and spring begins, scenes that were once bare begin to fill in the empty space.  Summer begins and in some spaces, the trail is barely passable because of the full foliage.  In the fall, those same trails that were almost impassable turn colors that make me pause.  I welcome the return of winter because of the still, openness of the landscape: icy blue, brown and grey. ​

     It is the textural quality of nature that I find most intriguing.  There are patterns and colors that cause my eye to travel around, similar yet surprising objects that make my eye stop and focus: a brown and tan deer; the red bird in the snow; yellow gold leaves on black brown branches.

     My art work is an exploration of texture and pattern.  I like the way the sky is smooth and the landscape is bumpy, choppy, rough and smooth, and the way the rocks are patterns of muted color.  When the sun is setting, and the sky is inky blue with shades of coral, I want to paint and draw.